Now, everybody has seen the poetry which seems to appear just about everywhere down near the lagoon and around Te Papa, right?

This one took me by surprise though.

Fiona Kidman, Speaking with my grandmothers

It’s Fiona Kidman, and is in such a comparatively out-of-the-way place I literally stumbled across it.

The full text of the poem is here.

But can you guess where the picture was taken?