Unlike in the US where a First Lady is essentially a political figure in her own right, New Zealand’s First Ladies and Gentlemen are very rarely in the public spotlight.
Aside from appearing with Luxon on election night – where she presented hungry reporters staking out her house with barbequed sausages – Amanda Luxon’s public appearances have been somewhat few and far between.
Which is what made her trip to a market on a soggy Samoan Saturday unique.
While the Prime Minister was locked in top-level meetings with other Commonwealth leaders, a curious media pack was left with a choice: Twiddle their thumbs until the meeting had finished many hours later, or head to the market with Amanda.
The choice was obvious and, in between almighty downpours, the travelling press pack was off to market.
This one had been specifically set up for the Commonwealth Heads of Government Meeting (Chogm), but run by locals.
Luckily, the main market area was covered by a large marquee. Inside, intricate wooden carvings and brightly coloured clothes festooned the faded white, plastic market walls.
Her first stop – the wooden carving stall, run by the Samoan Police, Prisons and Corrections Department.
Many of the carvings were made by prisoners as part of a rehabilitation programme.
Much like her husband on the campaign trail, Amanda was full of questions for the man running the store.
“When did you start this programme;” “Does it help with the rehabilitation?” “Does it help them to connect back to their identity?” “Do they also do the weaving of the handles?”
The pair spoke for more than 15 minutes before Amanda was ready to make her first purchase: A set of earrings for her daughter, also made by one of the inmates.
The stall owner insisted they were on the house – Amanda, already counting out the cash, politely refused.
“No, these guys have worked really hard,” she said.
“The price of gold has gone through the roof recently; how has that affected you guys?” she asked.
As it turns out, her connection to jewellery goes beyond just wearing it.
“My Great Uncle was a jeweller, and I remember going to visit him when he was making his jewelry,” she said, before launching into specific questions about the origin of the metal, the pearls and the paua.
She left soon after, but not before purchasing another gift.
At this point, the press pack decided to back off and give her some more space to browse the stalls.
“Is it weird to shop with all these cameras and microphones around?” one reporter asked.
“It’s one of those things,” she said before moving along.
She continued to another few stalls, purchasing a number of new items.
At this stage, the rain had somewhat subsided, and it was time for her to make her move.
Amanda left the way she entered, waving goodbye to the man who gifted her the carving, mouthing thank-you as she left.
Moments later, the band had started up, but not before the DJ decided to have one last spin of his decks – putting back on another iconic Pitbull track as Amanda’s car disappeared to the next event.