Sara Bruce explores Italy's gorgeous, stylish island.
I'm ambling up Ponsonby Rd in my trackpants and sneakers, just back from an epic Italian summer holiday. It's a dream already — this time a fortnight ago I was sipping Campari spritzers on a terrace overlooking the ocean in Capri.
Ponsonby is an extreme contrast. Although it may be Auckland's answer to fashionable, I doubt I'll see dapper middle-aged men in powder-pink linen shorts suits here. There are no Russian models, in the highest spikiest heels imaginable, holding rat-like Gucci-wearing dogs on the way to breakfast.
The thing is I'm decidedly unglamorous