Beware misdirection, concealing the jewel with its French clue of Bellevue. But find the path and you'll enter this translation, of a living landscape painting. Framed by rolling sky and flowing flora, the harbour opens like a green-and-blue Brett Whitely window. To the north, boats sail Rose Bay and Shark Island; to the east, Bondi headland greets the Pacific Ocean. Please tell no one, for this park is a gallery, and a secret worth keeping — whispered only by a breeze through its banyan trees.
