All around Wellington for the past few days, our cast of thousands got up, looked out the window, and smiled. There it was! One of the Good Days! It could all end tomorrow, time to get out and enjoy the sunshine. No need to pick up the phone and see where their friends were going, or might be. For those free of children, there was only one destination: Cuba Street.
No Wellingtonian worth their windproof polarfleece would deny that Cuba Street is the heart of their city. As a tender heart should be, Cuba Street is shielded by a tight ribcage of buildings against the worst windy blasts off the harbor. This allows the city’s bohemian lifeblood to flow up and down it in all seasons. And it’s between the brains of Lambton Quay/The Terrace and the lower functions of Courtenay Place.
Is it that bohemian, really? You can get an $8 kebab and a $10 T-shirt, but if your budget extends to a filmy couture wrap and truffled hand-cut chips, Cuba Street is there for you, too. There’s a niche for every demographic, grey hairs and wry eyes behind the registers, well aware of two great truths. The more things change, the more they change the same; and money spends just the same no matter who enables the EFTPOS transaction.