Bohemian is such an old-fashioned word.
Somehow it sill seems to capture the character of Wellington’s Cuba Quarter. I had been in the city to return a camera to the vendor after a series of unresolved problems. Since I was close to Cuba Street, I went walking with my trusty, if battle-weary, Canon. I like the architecture in this part of town, or most of it, anyway.
Sometimes, the interest lies not in the architecture itself, but in what the occupants have done with it. Espressoholic is a well known coffee shop in the city, but its building is unremarkable except for the spray-can work.
A little further down road, a more deliberate restoration job makes this old building quite attractive.
Around the corner, a tiny side-street of Dixon street houses a quirky old building which the well-dressed occupant assured me was 110 years old. I have no clue what kind of business is conducted from there, but I had the sense that I was unlikely to have been a patron.
Bye for now.