Rising to the occasion 5 days in Wellington is as good as 10 days in another city because you can cover so much ground on foot and get to lots of places. That's just what I did last week. Te Papa is a must visit to see Gallipoli: The scale of our war. Shocking. Devastating. And like any war, an utter waste of lives. We rocked, sort of, to the Phoenix Foundation, held our breath as Dame Kiri Te Kanawa burst into an encore of Puccini's Mio Babbino Caro, followed by the enchanting Maori lullaby Hine E Hine, at the Michael Fowler Centre, and sat enchanted by the eloquence of French writer Muriel Barbery (I'll talk about this next week) as she espoused philosophically on her writing. All part of the Wellington Arts Festival.
Enjoy the red pepper tart while peppers are a good price, take time to make a batch of melting moments and serve to your friends with a cuppa, and spice up a roast chicken with a bowl of pickled peaches. These light evenings will come to an end soon in this part of the world, so enjoy them while you can.
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