We got to Sydney on the weekend. Luisa and I and Delaney did a lot of stuff including a visit to the Lindt Cafe in Martin Place.
“Lindt Cafe ? Really ?” Luke said. “Isn’t that a bit morbid ?”
I don’t think it’s morbid in the slightest.
Sydney and Australia was challenged and shocked by the actions of this madman Man Monis at the Lindt Cafe last year.
I understand that this bloke was unhinged, I understand that he had no direct link with the terrorist group ISIS, but I also understand that despite his personal grievances. In his heart this act of violence and lawlessness was in the name of extreme islam
I was so pleased that the Lindt Cafe re opened because it’s us as a community standing up and saying, irrespective of what the crazies do, we’re going to do what we do where we want to do it and in the way that we want to do it.
It’s not morbid to visit the Lindt cafe.
It’s about getting on with it.
The Cafe was full on Easter Monday morning. We couldn’t get a table inside. It was a stunning blue sky morning with a bunch of people strolling around Martin Place. The fountains were full of pigeons and it was wonderful morning to be enjoying the biggest city in Australia. I had the Lindt Mocha and it was divine. It was perfectly layered.
The memorial plaques are on the wall just inside the entrance. We didn’t think they were big enough or prominent enough just by the by. As we sat enjoying our drinks we did reflect on what went on, on that fateful day last year.