Goodness, another city jaunt so soon. We must surely have maxed out our metropolis quota for 2017.
This trip was closer to home, and happily there were no further episodes of inadvertent public nakedness involved. We spent a few days in The Windy City while the Forbearing Husband networked with influential bohemians of his acquaintance. Meanwhile I soaked up a bit of culture at the City Art Gallery, enjoyed the architectural and literary charms of the Wellington Central Library, and investigated a few op shops.
Forbearing Husband loves his hometown, and I love him, so I endured the roughly five-degree temperature drop between the winterless north and the all-too-wintry capital with only a fair to middling amount of grumbling. I was much comforted by my puffer jacket, a jaunty wool beret, and regular swigs of hot chocolate.
Time was short, so we didn’t get a chance to hug as many of our Welly-Rellies as we would have liked. We did, however, take a ride on Wellington’s ever-efficient public transport system to visit Mama and Papa, and we caught up with some much loved friends and their two small children. During dinner I coached the kids to nag mercilessly for a visit to see the farmlet ponies. If my plan works we’ll be hosting that family up in Northland quite soon (sorry, not sorry).
The Forbearing Husband and I also got to a production of Riverside Kings (highly recommended), and ate at what has become our favorite Wellington restaurant since the closure of Maria Pia’s Trattoria almost a decade ago. I know, I really should be over that by now. But I’m not. Thankfully I still have Maria Pia’s cookbook Mangiare Italiano: Real Italian Food to remember her scrumptious menu by.
Righty-ho, I must fly. Lots to catch up on now we’re back at the land. Just before we wrap this up though let’s take quick stroll around town and past a few favorite places. I know at least one member of The Readership who will appreciate some extra photos of the capital.