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?