To wrap up my visit to Akaroa, I want to share some shots of the town. All of the houses and buildings were so charming that they deserve a post of their own.
I think this next one may be my favorite.
Every house looked like something out of a fairytale.
I imagine the residents must get used to people photographing their homes.
Some of the streets reminded me of an American frontier town (minus the cars).
I did some exploring around sunset as well, and Akaroa’s dock proved a perfect subject.
The quiet town streets were enchanting before the rush of Easter visitors.
A couple more highlights from my next day of exploration:
The sunset on my last night in town was incredible, and I caught it just in time. Again, the dock was a lovely muse.
On my final morning before catching the bus back to Christchurch, I explored the old French cemetery.
I can’t imagine a better view while resting in peace.
With some time to spare, I headed further along the coast to the Britomart memorial, despite the fact that the name of this monument sounded an awful lot like a supermarket or convenience store to me. In truth, it commemorates the HMS Britomart, the ship that brought the British to Akaroa to claim sovereignty over the South Island a mere week before the French arrived.
After taking in the view, I headed back along the shores of Akaroa Harbour towards my hostel, sad to say farewell to this incredibly charming little town.
Even my accommodation was incredibly photogenic, with a cute little bridge over the stream running alongside it.
Next, my triumphant return to Christchurch!