At the top art gallery in Catherine, the staff handed the wallaby to my arms. This eight-month-old baby kangaroo is also not afraid of people, naughty in my arms to see the West, but also grabbed my hair and picked it up. The staff handed the kangaroo to me and there was no trace. I walked to the open space outside the art gallery with the kangaroo. There was a slightly larger kangaroo playing on the yard. The sun shines through the layered leaves, and sits on the chair in the courtyard to feed the baby kangaroos. This art gallery is really worthy of this trip.