Here is the view from our compound of the 9pm fireworks, which ended with Dorothy's red sparkling slippers projected onto one of the Harbour Bridge pylons (faintly visible in the second image).
In between the two displays we got bored in the compound, but swathes of men lugging personal cases of VB kept us from wandering outside! Instead we took photos to document the occasion, the first is of the compound itself...
The midnight fireworks contained some dazzling new effects:
All in all, an entertaining night in a dazzlingly beautiful city. Shame Johnny Howard decided to announce that feminism is dead (no longer necessary) in the paper earlier in the day... it led to me re-theming the night: Happy New Fear.