I got to spend a very enjoyable morning at the local farmer’s market outside the Dunedin Railway Station. I was even greeted by a young lad playing the bagpipes in the garden. Considering the Scottish first discovered Dunedin, it was only appropriate. The Kiwis are big on their pies, but not the kind of dessert type pies we typically think of in the states. I had a chicken, cranberry and brie stuffed pastry for breakfast. I then discovered yet another local brewery and purchased two bottles of Green Man beer. The beer here is great. So is the wine. And the cheese. And the scenery. And the people. New Zealand just generally rocks.
I wandered into the Dunedin Public Art Gallery right in the middle of the city centre at what the locals call “The Octagon.” Not too long after I entered, a local choir started to sing and the acoustics in the three story atrium were beautiful. You could hear their music throughout every exhibit. I quite enjoyed the contemporary pieces by Oh, a former Korean, that were displayed in an interactive exhibit.
By the way, Mom and Dad, when I called you this afternoon, this is what I was looking at: The Dunedin Railway Station, which is the most photographed building in New Zealand.