The great advantage of there being nothing in the public purse to build anything "iconic" on the Tank Farm peninsula any time soon is that we have plenty of time to fantasise. And as each day goes by, my enthusiasm for a grand folly rather than a boringly predictable museum grows.
On this, I'm with Unitec urban design professor Dushko Bogunovich. He wrote recently that building another "iconic" museum on this prominent waterfront location "could only elicit a yawn from the global audience. The world has built more than 100 such projects in the past 30 years".
Count me in on that yawn.
In one's lifetime there's only so many "old masters", ancient skeletons, prehistoric trinkets and intricately woven grass skirts a single brain is programmed to absorb. I maxed out on my quota one day in the British Museum, many years ago. Since then, my legs have a way of going leaden and hard to move, even before I catch sight of one of these institutions. If, as I suspect, I'm not alone in having used up my life's quota of museum visitations, then plonking one out on Wynyard Quarter in the hope it will attract tourists seems over-optimistic and a waste of money.
If visitors want a museum experience to remember us by, there's the world's greatest Maori and Polynesian collection already waiting for them in the big museum in the Domain, and if it's local art, the newly expanded Auckland Public Art Gallery beckons with its world's best New Zealand art collection. Enough there to surely satiate most cultural appetites.