Margaret Street, CBD on Wednesday, 17 June 2020
The day is windy and rainy. I am at Circular Quay to catch a ferry to meet a friend on Cockatoo Island which had just reopened the day before with the extension of the Sydney Biennale ‘Nirin’ after months of lockdown. But I get a phone call that she fell off her bike and had to go back home. So I use the opportunity to go to Margaret Street as I’m always putting off going to the CBD.
There is a lot of construction work happening. One huge building is totally covered with scaffolding and the protective coverings they now use. At the corner it reveals to be the old 1938 Elgin Building, at least judging from the enlarged photo with the art deco style clock tower and the writing on the panels covering the construction site. It’s strange how often you cannot remember a place, once it is gone or covered up. It’s also strange how often you don’t look up while walking in the streets, because when I do, the old clock tower is there, sticking out above the scaffolding. It’s 12 o’clock until further notice.
I read up about the Elgin building on the internet. It was once the Shell House. In April 2019 the Menzies Hotel next to it was demolished and revealed large painted ‘Shell’ signs on the side wall of the adjacent building. It says in this article that the signs would be covered again soon as the new 27-storey Wynyard Place Tower is going up there. And this is happening now. The article also says how significant the Shell company was for the growth of Australian business.
On the other side of the street is a diner with glass doors displaying so many warning signs that I wonder how anybody dared to make their way inside. But some did.
Next is the Scots Presbyterian Church Sydney. It’s a huge neo-gothic building and it is closed. Within its arches is a small coffee kiosk with the sign ‘Order Inside’. I find this unusual as recently we were always told to stay outside of cafés. The next window reveals that it is quite nice inside and you are allowed to sit down. One woman, however, is standing near the open window reading a newspaper, probably waiting for a takeaway. I glimpse the headline of an article on the open page: “What discounts to look for as isolation ends”.
At the corner of Kent Street, the pavement at the traffic lights is covered with mysterious multicoloured numbers and letters, lines and arrows. Some say ‘EMPTY’. Obviously, it must have to do with what is underneath. I’ve looked that up afterwards too and found that these signs indicate cables and pipes underneath, red for electric wiring, blue for water, yellow for gas, green for CCTV or cable networks, white has mixed meanings, for proposed excavation but also messages for workers.
Margaret Lane is just a gap between glass and concrete towers. It only has backside garage doors and service and fire exits, no front entrances. Someone is smoking in one of the doorways. I make up my own theory about the lane, inspired by the large photo at a corner on the way back to Circular Quay. The photo shows a lane that was there at this location in 1901 called Brown Bear Lane (Later Little Essex Street). It is a narrow alley with a dilapidated wall and workers’ housing. That’s what Margaret Lane could have looked like.
