Walk, it turns out, is a relative term. We actually walked to the stop for the tram, which we then rode around the city, looking a sights and figuring out what we actually wanted to do. We eventually got off at Cathedral Square, which is a giant, open-air, European-style square. We walked into one of the stores to do a little shopping. As we were walking out I saw a guy in a Stanford Rowing sweatshirt walk in with (who I assume was) his girlfriend. Wanting not to be a jack-ass, I didn't accost him, to the later chagrin of my father.
From the square we walk to the Christchurch Art Gallery, which (shockingly) is full of art. Of the dozen or so exhibits, I can only appreciate one, the White on White exhibit, partially because it was the first one we visited, but also because it had a participatory art piece. That's right everybody, my art hung in a museum. After the gallery, the rain got even worse, so we decided it was time for dinner. When the first place we went was booked solid, we decided to head back to the hotel. On that way we passed a Thai restaurant with a humorous name, that it turns out my dad wanted to eat at, and got take out, and it was good.
Pictures:
The view from the hotel room. A lot of the buildings in the city center look like this one. I rather like the style, definitely old English style.
Look! I'm part of art! Dan, as usual, has his eyes closed.
Deep in thought. I really like the design of the gallery.
Where we had dinner. The jokes write themselves (but the food is quite good).
Thai Restaurant Count: 2.5
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1 comment:
How many NZ$ was the "Tom" art? If only it wasn't too much and you could have brought it back to adorn your own person art gallery in Toyon (I'm talking about the Wall of Sentimental Stuff next to your desk).
Love from me to the Kozlowskiwis...
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