How I feel about a place is often heavily influenced by my feelings toward the architecture. Late century mission brown or light brick homes, identical, one after the other in an estate? I start to get a bit squirmy. Quaint Queenslanders, all multi-coloured with plants overflowing on the balconies? My heart does a sigh of happiness. Sydney is just so damn pretty. The harbour, the big blue sea, abruptly met by sheer cliffs, topped with rows of Art Deco flats with perfectly rounded corners. Ah, my word. When I nostalgically think of the great Australian dream and summertime in suburbia down under, Sydney is exactly what I think of. In fact, I remember when I was a kid, obsessed with maps and houses, my mum or dad picked up a book at a garage sale called Above Sydney. It's still one of my favourite books. I distinctly remember the aerial shots, not just of the city, but of the rows of houses, pools in the backyard, Victorian verandah out the front. It was my first taste of Sydney and one that I still romanticise when wandering the streets of the Inner West. When it recently came time to say farewell to this beautiful big town, I realised one thing I would miss the most. The houses and apartment blocks, terraces and townhouses that make Sydney Sydney. Victorian and Art Deco, Mid Century and Modern, the ugly and the charming. I've already written an ode to my favourite terraces, which you can read here. So here is a little collection of some of my other favourites, from the apartment block named Eltina, to the place that looks like it's come straight out of the Med. Sydney lives here.