Picture Bondi Beach. Instantly an image forms in your mind’s eye. White sands, a lifesaver’s cap, the curve of Campbell Parade. So Sydney yet so separate, Bondi is a different picture for every person. Bondi is the beach at dawn scattered with early risers stretching out summer days. The cold of the ocean baths and the calm of the sand before the flags go up. Swimmers stroll barefoot, joggers pound the pavement. Surfers paddle out silently as the sun peeps over the horizon. By day, Bondi is blue skies, bare skin, the body beautiful. A parade treading the headland trails, passing the glamour of Tamarama, Bronte and Clovelly along the way. Where path meets ocean, kids with ice creams peer over the edge. A gust of wind whips up skirts as bright kites stretch towards the sky. Bondi is sitting behind sunglasses and letting the world pass by. It’s watching summer storms sweep across the ocean. It’s a warm breeze caressing café-goers on the promenade. As the sun dips behind houses, Bondi is the sky glowing red, orange and purple. It’s seafood with classic views, cocktails in cool night air. Streets alive under the stars, the crush of bodies at the bar. Bondi the beautiful, basking under Sydney’s spotlight.