History ever after. Philippine-American fiction with a central romance.
While the Sydneysiders kept telling me it was winter, it felt more like late spring in New England. The city is truly beautiful, and I do not give such praise lightly. Usually, I can only tolerate cities for a few days. I stayed in The Rocks, the area behind the enormous cruise ship docked at Circular Quay. (And by the way, “quay” is pronounced “key.” It felt weird every single time.) The Rocks is the convict-turned-gangster-turned-working-class-turned-chic area of town.