Time goes forward; faster or slower, but always forward. But sometimes my memory goes backwards, and certainly my photo sorting is all over the shop. My previous post about the morning and day after our lovely meal at Fleur’s restaurant in Moeraki village did set me looking at other photos of that weekend. There were a couple more that explain Moeraki and Fleur’s place a little better, and I share them here.
I’d said about Moeraki being more of a village, in ways we don’t seem to do villages in New Zealand. It’s all over the place, in a good kind of way. The harbour is a bay that is almost horseshoe shape, and it’s sheltered from the south and the big seas that the southerlies bring.
A recent focus of the village is Fleur’s restaurant, and it does bring people in from all over. But it’s not a big restaurant, so it doesn’t bring in big numbers of people all at once.
Fleur’s restaurant is famous for the food, and rightly so. It’s also a lovely setting, rustic because the building is rustic, and fishy because it is beside the sea in a fishing village. Calling it authentic doesn’t do it justice. Somehow you couldn’t imagine it anywhere else. The restaurant has some lovely touches, like painted windows, and scribblings from earlier visitors on the woodwork.
The atmosphere is great. And the food is even better. We had a wonderful meal and an evening to remember.