Nabilil Dreaming

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.

This place, called Top Didj and Art Gallery, looks like a museum of art. It is more like an art museum than an art museum. The dazzling array is full of indigenous hand-made goods, bracelets made of crocodile skin, refrigerator stickers with pictures of indigenous artists, tablecloths, backpacks, various carvings and gadgets that don't know what the material is. The price is reasonable, but it is more interesting than the tourist souvenirs bought in the general town streets. I was burying my head and picking up souvenirs. I didn't expect a small surprise to come. I saw the staff hugged a small kangaroo and walked in. I didn't expect her to come to me and ask me: "Do you want to hold it for a while? Of course!"