We drive into Foxton fully expecting it to be another non-descript small town, where you arrive in at one end, travel the full length of the main street and leave out the other, the journey having only taken a couple of minutes.
Once again we are delighted to be proven wrong.
Foxton seems to have risen to the challenge to become rivals …
…(or partners), with it’s northern cousin Opunake with respects to art works, as murals are everywhere.
Once again it’s clear we will be pulling over for a photographic tour… but there are far more than I could actually photograph in a realistic time, since for instance down just a single side street we discover one massive wall of a large DIY shop that sported (from memory) four of these alone.
You can just imagine the smile on my face as the van pulls over and I step outside to get some photographs and marvel in the detail these amazing artists have produced. Yes, I know that the courthouse/museum building doesn’t have a mural on it, but it was a beautiful building with ornamental stonework and my shutter just couldn’t say “No”…. You know me by now, … a sucker for a building with a pretty face.