A fancy building full of fancy people.
Our market stall. Obviously a real eyefeast. At the stall next to us, there was an Italian mumma delegating to the stallers how to make real pizza. Needless to say our eaves were dropped.
A house that captured my imagination when I was a little'un and still wont let go. It is amidst what I can only refer to as Masterton monsters, and i've always wanted to meet the people who live there. It is actually point 43 on my to-do list.
This bike means nothing to me. It was out the front of a shop down the street from where I get my photos developed, so I went click.
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