Ah, Wellington you charming devil. Before leaving, a few friends stopped to tell me “Oh, you’ll love Wellington. It’s like Melbourne, only smaller”. While there are good-looking, well-heeled people getting around and baristas who know how to make a mean piccolo, it’s a bit unfair to condescend a place that has so much going on.
When I wasn’t bunkered down in the beautiful library and adjoining gallery I made a few stops along the way. Here are some of my highlights from the very literary Wellington.