St Peter's twin spires on the left, the curved roof of Adelaide Oval over the parklands, the Torrens picking up apricot light from a pink-orange sky, the Hills folding behind town. That's the Adelaide most locals know but rarely photograph. Single past 50 here means a quiet city that has somehow kept its scale. Empty-nested, widowed, however you got here, the house has just gone too large for one person and a Saturday paper.
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Adelaide is small enough that first meetings still feel personal. Coffee at the Central Market on a Saturday, a wander along the Torrens linear path from Elder Park, a stroll through the Botanic Garden, or fish and chips at Glenelg before a walk to the jetty. North Terrace covers a slower museum or art-gallery afternoon, and a daytrip to a McLaren Vale cellar door covers anyone willing to drive a little south.