the time i didn't die in the living room

Ok so this is Nancy:

The place where I live is a bit to the left of this photo, which is so far my favourite part of the city because it's the oldest and I like old things (important note: this statement should not be confused with me also liking old people). This is part of the old city where I was waiting by the city gates but there was totally this couple making out in the tunnel bit and I didn't want to look like I was a pervert watching them and therefore give New Zealand a bad name so I took photos of restaurants instead:

This is Stanislas Square ft. Stanislas, he likes to point, and good on him, everyone likes a statue who knows what he wants. (This also provided the perfect opportunity to bring out my 'what did one statue say to the other statue? Is stat-you bro?' joke (was a hit by the way)).

This is also a photo taken from my street. So if you turn around and find the right door to go through voila our secret garden:

And this is our secret door:

And this is the living room, Marc thought it was funny, he said 'like the room you are not meant to die in?' Because he is good at jokes:

And this is a kitchen, I thought I should take some photos of the kitchen to put up because women are meant to like that sort of thing: