Before we went to the farm on the Banks Peninsula, we spent a couple days in Christchurch. A day or two before we arrived, there had been a pretty significant earthquake, enough to make the locals worry, but it was nothing compared to the damage done five years ago. The entire city seems to still be in recovery, with damage still very obvious and rubble or the remains of what once was. Everything seems weary and tired in a way.
But there are parks all over and the sense of starting over, new ideas blossoming. There’s a downtown area that is made up of boxcars/shipping containers. The actual stores are in the containers and pieced together like a mini mall.
On our way out of town, we went to what we were hoping would be a nice Farmers Market, but discovered it to be the largest Flea Market known to mankind. It seemed like the optimal place to find some treasures, but since we’re not here to dig around junk to find the needle in the haystack, we bought a snow cone and got on our way.
