4 Metty Mavromattes standing at the front counter of the New York Cafe, Nowra. She probably knitted the cardigan she's wearing herself, because amongst all the other things she was brilliant at, she was a fantastic knitter. Note the tray of mandarins and the loose liquorice allsorts in the cabinets. They used to weigh the sweets and pour them into cellophane bags which were then sealed with a sort of serrated-edged iron thingummy that melted the bags shut and could give you a nasty burn if you weren't careful.
