Table for all Bill McKay

I was in Sandringham, Auckland, when we heard about the Christchurch killings. Twenty years ago, I would’ve been lucky to get a pie from a dairy for dinner. Now it’s a vibrant precinct of mostly Indian and Pakistani shops, restaurants and spice warehouses where I often get dinner or buy ingredients for my own inadequate attempts at a good curry. As an architecture lecturer, I often tell my students what Auckland city centre was like