...and when I say
Mapua I mean the
Mapua tavern, which I'm told is the occasional site for exotic dancing (by God I hope it is true, taxidermy is extremely sensual). It was only last Christmas that I first spent a considerable amount of time in this charming establishment, long before my interest in taxidermy was roused. Even
pre-conversion I knew the place had a unique X-factor, a charm and grace that set it apart from the rest....
You can imagine the emotions I felt on returning and viewing this beast mounted on the wall. I felt contemplative, much like the face of this genteel mammal...
Mounted alongside the splayed Billy was an anthropomorphic study of a can wielding possum...
You need only glimpse the ensemble in its entirety to see how all the features complement one another to create a cultural fusion:
Even the literature tied in with the theme of taxidermy as my Papa so passionately exhibits....
God bless you
Mapua tavern. I will miss you. Nothing in Wellington can replicate your authenticity and dedication to the dark art...
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