Te Aro 2

The Epic café's patrons were a heathen
lot and not one had been enjoying a
pre-service repast or felt a call to
spiritual sustenance at the bells of
St Peter's ringing out. Breakfast in the
sunshine on the deck indeed looked an
elegant proposition, the question
as much, the vicar and his entourage
marching up Willis Street to the church
in their candy robes, whether the pageant
might be swayed, a snap decision to
undertake missionary work, leaving
the congregation to a quiet time of
meditation to strengthen their faith.