My office sits on the border between Parramatta (one of Sydney’s secondary CBDs) and Harris Park (one of Sydney’s tinier suburbs). As I have got to know the place, Harris Park has become one of my favourite suburbs. If it didn’t get so sweltering in the summer I think it would be one of my favourite places to live.
One of the reasons I love Harris Park is because it is so obviously a community in flux. Since European settlement 200 hundred or so years ago it has gone from the home of wealthy white farmers (on the ouskirts of Parramatta) to the home of less wealthy white workers (living in terraces and cottages) to to the home of newly arrived Southern European migrants (starting off poor and working their way up to independence and comfort) and finally to the present population of Indian migrants settled densely in apartments and rapidly changing the streetscape. A simple walk around Harris Park will leave you marvelling at all the exposed layers of history in the suburb – apparent from the buildings and the people. It’s almost feels like you are some kind of social archaeologist looking at everything around you as though they were layers of stratified soil.
Without further ado, here are some pictures I took about a year ago on one of my walks:
Harris Park was the site of some of Sydney’s earliest settlements.
There is something for everyone. Although, of course, in this day and age most of us can only afford the last option…
The people that don’t live in apartments maintain some mean gardens!
On the streets: The old guard
On the streets: The new guard
For more pictures of Harris Park, check out Louise Hawson’s incredible collection for 52 Suburbs.