Motueka (affectionatley known as “Mot”) is rural and rustic.
Lots of utes, not many shoes, dreads abound.
And in the midst of all this, a Mecca for the fashion-concious woman in what used to be the Gothic Restaurant, housed in a deconsecrated 1920 church.
Quite nice, but a bit too pink for my liking.
I was out of there so quickly, I did even note the name.
Just follow the overwhelming stench of perfumed candles