Frank came to visit.

As I was sitting in Wishbone reading a book, I just happened to glance down at the floor under my table. To my surprise, this little guy (I named him Frank), was munching away on some crumbs left by past patrons. One of the most interesting things about New Zealand to me, and mainly Wellington, is the number of Franks you meet in cafes. How Frank managed to get inside completely baffles me. If anyone sees Frank, tell him he made my day.