Favourite images from the weekend...
Addington Coffee Co-op
Breakfast with new (old) friends. Despite following these girls' blogs for over 3 years, this weekend was the first time I had met them both. Just as I had imagined, only lovelier somehow.
Where they make the most delicious macarons in the world. True fact.
A tour of the city hosted by a new friend, the lovely Tania from Tall Pipi.
Finding colour amongst the grey rubble was hope-filling.
The river still flows, the heart beat of a city that has dusted itself off and is picking itself back up again.
This was my favourite spot in the city with autumn colour that simply slayed me. Wellington has nothing on this.
The bruised and battered symbol of the city. But one day her glory will shine again.
So tempting just to snuggle down in these leaves and throw great fistfuls in the air and watch them slowly floating back down.
The memorial to the 185
I visited twice during the weekend. And it was no less emotional the second time.
And the bridge of remembrance...itself broken, but a memorial still.
Letting our hair down at Winnie Bagoes with my lovely workshop co-host Talia Christine. Such a beautiful, talented lady.
Surprising sights amongst the ruins - spot the Mini on the side of the building.
A treacherous trek up an amazing spiral staircase to enjoy views over the city.
Our breakfast location - a cafe rebuilt from the rubble.
While just across the road ruins still lay empty.
Turning autumn autumn leaves a stark contrast to the muted grey buildings standing silent and naked still.
I leave both with sadness and gladness to have been here.
Filled to overflowing by the company of amazing women and by the knowledge that I have been able to stand here in awe of this courageous city.
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