It's French! It's in the belly of a volcano! It's Akaroa!
We'd been wanting to visit since our first trip to Christchurch, so we couldn't resist when a new friend suggested a little road trip on our first weekend back. It's only an hour and twenty minutes by car, so by Vermonter standards, basically nothing. I don't need to tell you it's adorable because you have eyes. Look! Look how cute it is!
It's full of little shops aimed at the tourist set, where you can buy things like fudge, or doilies, or commemorative magnets. One of them boasted Akaroa passport stamps, which I assumed was a gimmick to get people into the store, but which they actually charge for as a service. They don't tell you that until after they've stamped your passport, which I was annoyed by, but c'est la vie. I have a penguin in my passport now.