Today we slept in late (8). We were reading and relaxing and at about 11 we heard snare drums. Next we heard bag pipes! I looked out the window and 18 floors below on the street we saw a Saint Patrick’s Day parade!
18th floor 
Bagpipers 
At noon we ordered an Uber and he dropped us off at Mt Eden. Gertrude met us there and we walked up and back down Mt Eden. It was a pretty easy walk after some that we’ve accomplished.
We made it!!!!
Gertrude ordered an Uber and we went to the Art Gallery. We saw Māori artwork. Women have tattoos only on their mouth area but men on their entire face. We also saw an example of weaving.
From there we went to lunch at Amano. What a great farm to table meal we shared. The desserts were scrumptious!
After lunch we took a short walk to see where the ferry was to take our next adventure tomorrow. We ordered our Uber back to the hotel and chilled for a couple hours then took a walk around the neighborhood to check out the different styles of buildings. I found a sign for you here Paula (she’s my hairdresser) if you ever decide to live in NZ!
Another wonderful day in the books! Love you Gertrude!
A nice long trip is always tinged with melancholy as the final day approaches. That was certainly the case after our month in Gautemala of course made more poignant by the situation with Marisol’s brother Alvaro. The final days of our one trip to Paris and the others to Nicaragua also became more precious as the last hours drew to a close. Hope you both have a safe and pleasant return trip.
It is interesting to see how the diaspora of the Emerald Isle has covered the much of the world in Green around every March 17th, St. Patrick’s Day.