Centre City and Puke Ariki sit side by side on the New Plymouth foreshore – the whole area is Puke Ariki. I visit the former for old times sake – it is looking deflated and somewhat tired – the foodhall, though, is humming. I wonder about having a haircut – I need one – but baulk at $25.00 and a wait. Puke Ariki itself grabs the attention, as always. It a favourite public building. I walk up the ramp and head for Taranaki Life only to be put off by the lighting when I try to read the captions in the glass cabinet featuring military uniforms. Mm is it just me? I head back outside and wander up Currie Street, along a deserted Devon Street West and back to the car.