Thursday, August 1, 2019

A Return to Moeraki...and Fleur's

This wee village perched on the edge of Southern Otago feels like a sanctuary. To celebrate being here, we walked across the street to Fleur's, a central reason for returning time and time again. Fleur's is over there on the point, near the old jetty where the fishers bring their daily catch.

A wild weather day

There's no place like Fleur's.

Lucky for us, Fleur sat down with us for a bit to talk. She's funny and smart and doesn't take anything too seriously. Here she is marking in her ledger a reservation for tomorrow at noon for us and four others. Who are these surprise guests? You'll have to wait and see.

 The wood stove takes the chill off.

The seafood chowder even more. It might sound cliched, but there's something magical about Fleur's touch with fish...and everything else that arrives at your table.

Pate platter


  1. What a wonderful place. Now I'm hungry.

  2. Today is Monday and Fleur's is closed. We will have to make do without.