Lunch-hour Tours: No. 7-Cashel Street.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 17781, 26 February 1926, Page 1

Lunch-hour Tours: No. 7-Cashel Street.

Where the latest Paris inodes are displayed for the edification of milady and coloured hose for the delectation of modem youth; where fashion’s idiosyncrasies are studied by feminine Christchurch, and boosting sales-people hold the floor—that’s Cashel Street.

Cashel Street, with its big drapery emporiums standing cheek by jowl, its boot-shops and its milliners, might be described as the wardrobe of Christ- , church.

It has always been such. Some of the largest of the city’s largest retail establishments are to be found there in one long, unbroken line. Competition is keen in this street of crepes and ginghams, of satins and silks.

Every day sees the side-walks on either side swarming with bargainhunters; every day witnesses a new display, and every day the voluble, genial-faced salesmen have a new story to tell.

And away from the bustle and stress of the fashion centre, standing staid and aloof in its majestic dignity, is the Bridge of Remembrance. It tells its own story, this massive monument, with its great white-stone arch silently observing the passing thousands. Its view is uninterrupted both east and west; it stands high, sedate, alone, a city’s tribute to its dead.