History lives here in Russell. Taking a ferry across takes you back in time to the place of New Zealand’s first capital.
With little shops, neat cafes and small art galleries lining the cobblestone streets (sensible shoes a must here), I I couldn’t help but notice how romantic the place felt. Besides seeing some of the country’s oldest buildings and churches, we set our sights on the Duke of Marlborough Hotel.
It’s a famous vintage establishment and exactly the kind of place where you ditch your phone, grab some cold drinks and swap stories out on the waterfront porch. Do people even do that anymore?