Ramblings of a much published New Zealand author - 15 September 2012
Without moving from the lunch table on the terrace where we had enjoyed a light insalata and a chilled, local pinot grigio, I perched my sketchbook on my knee and drew the back door of of the casa. Got carried away...
The house was built halfway through the 18th century but I don't know whether the door is that old and nobody knows who or what 'N.G' was.
They don't make doors like this in New Zealand; I would have liked to have brought it home with me in my cabin luggage!
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