Blue Door

Inside these blue doors is a bar called, strangely enough, The Blue Door. It is tiny, dimly lit, with shist walls, low ceilings, comfy armchairs and an open fire - perfect.

We were in Arrowtown to attend the opening night of an art exhibition that my clever wife was in and she scooped up one of the awards.

We celebrated her success with a couple of pinot's in the Blue Door.