Do I have words that can do justice to Australia’s Blue Mountains? Maybe, but it would be a waste of energy trotting them out when I can show you a picture.

At the viewpoint, the cameras, humble and elaborate, were on overtime as visitors captured both the scenery and each other in a moment of “Look where I am!” triumph.

Pressed into the outer corner, against the railing and in prime position, two women posed for a friend.

They were practised at this, angling their bodies to the side, heads thrown slightly back, hands on hips. Hold it! Lovely!

But they had nothing on the grey mini-dressed Japanese girl who followed them.

I don’t know if she was mocking the previous subjects or herself, but she gave it the full catwalk model schtick, sideways on, one arm imperiously twisted forward in a salute to the lens, mouth serious and eyes twinkling with suppressed merriment.

It was so unexpected and brilliantly done that I laughed out loud.

When this voguing star had moved on, Allison put Hazel and me in the hot spot and urged us to kiss.

We did so… and stopped when we heard her exclaim in frustration. Camera malfunction.

As we watched Allison poking at her iPhone screen, we became aware that someone had hurried up to us.

It was the Japanese girl. Smiling, wordlessly, she gestured for an encore.

We complied, her shutter clicked and off she went, like a butterfly collector with that elusive happy-ever-after moment warming her specimen jar.

Top: Mount Solitary. Below: The Three Sisters