Lost in the detail of this yummy plateful of bruschetta (devoured last night at Wellington’s Maria Luca Restaurant) is the tangy taste of the fresh tomatoes, aubergine, feta and garlic and the delicate crunch of the lightly toasted ciabatta.
Oh my god – this dish was divine. And before you think we were short changed on the corner of the plate, two of my fellow diners whipped their first tastings off the plate before I could navigate the password on my cell-phone.
I will return to Maria Luca just to have another plate of bruschetta. Forget sharing – I’ll have one all for myself!
You’ll have to come to New Zealand to read the poetic inspirations dotted around Wellington’s waterfront – known as the Wellington Writers’ Walk. The challenge for tourists is to find all the quotes …
The series of large, concrete, typographic ‘text sculptures’ designed by award-winning Wellington typographer and graphic designer Catherine Griffiths are sited at various points along the waterfront. Each sculpture contains a quote by a well-known New Zealand writer with strong Wellington connections. There are currently 11 text sculptures.
This sculpture features the words of Denis Glover (1912-1980).
It had been a miserable day, with unrelenting rain, so last night we went to Wellington’s Embassy Theatre to see Peter Jackson’s The Hobbit.
The Embassy is a theatre, which was opened in 1924 and was refurbished in 2001, in time for the world premiere of the first of Peter Jackson’s Lord of the Rings trilogy. The theatre is gorgeous – an very stately old dame. As you enter her wide doors on Cambridge Terrace, you ascend to the first floor via elegant curved stairways with beautiful art deco tiles in deep blues and greens lining the walls. She always takes my breath away.
Last night I searched for the tile I’d heard about at a recent funeral. One of Wellington’s beloved, an extremely kind and generous philanthropist, funded the tiling of the walls. All he asked for in recognition of his generosity was for one tile to be placed honouring of his parents. I found it exactly where I thought it would be, very simple and discrete – with only a christian name for each of them and the initials of their surname – perfect. I felt so moved by this one simple gesture that I wanted to hold my fingers to my lips then press them gently against the tile.
Choc-dipped ice cream in hand, I settled into my sumptuous leather seat, sponsored by another well-known Wellington identity. The lights went down plunging the auditorium into near darkness but for the latticed domes on either side of the screen. After a one-handed scrambling at the bottom of my handbag for my camera clutching my ice-cream cone in the other, I managed to take just one photo. If I’d had more time, and two hands, I would have tried to show the magical lattice effects on the surrounding walls and ceiling.
Although strawberries are at their juiciest early in the season, I’m happy to gorge on them any time!
You’d be right in thinking I’s guided by my palette!
In Wellington, warm summer temperatures and long balmy days are mostly in our dreams. From October to December we are subject to winds and gales of the equinox – still days are few and far between. We get lulled into a false sense of security during three days of glorious weather, and are then sent scurrying for the heater when the southerly gales return.
Today is one such day.
It’s sunny, but the wind seems to be coming straight off the antarctic.
Only a few hours north of Wellington (by car) the trees, vines and furrows of Hawkes Bay are bearing fruit.
I always thought that our berries in New Zealand were the absolute best. On a trip to Europe in 2007, I was proved wrong. In Warsaw, the raspberrries and blueberries were not only far less expensive than here, they had the most magnificent intense flavour.
This one geometric sphere was part of an exhibition on Wellington’s waterfront some months ago. This work is one of several identical mirrored objects of Memetic Brotherhood by artist Peter Trevelyan.
The exhibition was not a permanent one. The site is used for different exhibitions of outdoor sculptures which change every few months. There have been some absolutely stunning works over the past couple of years – but this has is my favourite to date.
Like giant pebbles – I’d love to caress the smooth surface!
No, these are not giant candy-coated pebbles…
This is one of the sculptures gracing the streets of Wellington. This one is called ‘Protoplasm’ by sculptor Phil Price. Made from composite plastic and steel, Protoplasm stands 6 – 8 m high. During the gale force winds we endured last week, the kermit-like discs spun crazilyon their axis, like whirling dervishes. It was incredible – I’ve never seen Protoplasm so alive.
In case you’re like me and have no idea what a protoplasm is, with reference to the above, Protoplasm is the active part of any living cell.