Adelaide wears winter well — wrapping you up like a scarf and nudging you out the door to find things to warm the hands and soul.
By day, ovens stir behind market stalls as fresh sourdough is sliced and still-warm pastries vanish before you reach the next shop. Just 20 minutes from the city, the road curls upward to the Adelaide Hills. Crunch your way up Mount Lofty to get the blood moving before sinking into a cellar door couch and tasting the season in your glass. Winter softens the edges of South Australia’s wine — it’s fuller, earthier, spicier.
When night falls, Illuminate Adelaide turns North Terrace into a living artwork — light ricocheting off sandstone and pinks and purples spilling across the pavement. A few streets over, Adelaide Oval roars as the crowd rises with every goal, scarves pulled tighter as the temperature drops.
Back on your doorstep, cheeks flushed and the scent of woodsmoke still clinging to your coat — Adelaide gave you more than you expected.