Summer in Wellington, New Zealand

A perfect day, no clouds in the sky, no wind, moderate temperatures, and Wellington. 

A walk to Moore Wilson's the French-style chacuterie,  market, and patisserie, all blended into one busy-one.  So we bought truss tomatoes, French brie, and a local baguette, and walked home around the waterfront, where there was a market, all kinds of buzz, and a sense of public happiness.

At home, a bottle of Marlborough sauvignon blanc was opened, and our bounty spread on the table.

Freshly caught flounder at night, with a glass of a light French merlot.  All this, and the Black Caps playing the invincible Indians in the stadium.

What more could one want?