Trunks of some rhododendrons
Rose garden
On the 19th I returned to another place I’d loved last year, the Otago Settlers Museum. I’d been most impressed by the recreations of early life, and the pictures/stories of early settlers. Still was. There was a new exhibit this year, Santa, and a line-up of kids waiting to see him. Mostly scared and wanting to escape. Santa is without question a kiwi, no disguising that accent!
Saturday mornings there is a farmers market at the train station. I must say, the Wolfville market is much more impressive, even though Wolfville is a fraction the size of Dunedin. Perhaps that is why I found the produce in their supermarkets (big chains here are called New World, and Countdown) far less impressive than ours, and much more expensive.
Christmas trees at the market
I can see that a day will not go by without a stop at one cafe, at least. As much for the food as the coffee. Lots of vegetarian options: wonderful quiche and frittata, always served with a yummy salsa. Hand-held pies are also very popular here, mostly not vegetarian. And the desserts are seriously tempting. Great carrot cake. How did they know? As last year, these places sadly close about 4:00 pm.
Otherwise, I walked, and walked. Uphill, and down, and up again. No choice. The area my accommodation is in is clearly pretty upscale. Some lovely homes, and landscaping. And, because it’s on a hill (what isn’t), the views are glorious.
Views near my "home" here
Did I mention how much I like kiwi accents?
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