We head down to the beach. St Clair has that seaside promenade ambience right out of a P.G. Wodehouse novel. Swimmers and surfers hurry to catch the last waves before sunset. The waters are hard to resist but we feel the call of the wood … Continue readingItalian on the esplanade
We walk across the North Ground, a rugby field in the university precinct of Dunedin. Students scurry to their classes, a few are probably late. Yesterday was St. Patrick’s Day; some must be nursing hangovers from one too many green beers. In an hour or … Continue readingThe good earth
Murals can tell you a lot about a city. In Paris, sigils both lewd and literary. In Cape Town, the steampunk masterpieces. In Bangkok, on the walls of cafés, we admire portraits of the late Thai monarch, the beloved King Rama IX. We don’t recall … Continue readingIf these murals could talk