We mentioned to a few different friends that we were going to Hobart.It surprised me that their first response was are you going to Mona?
“Um, probably,” I replied to the first friend, NV, not that I knew anything about Mona. Rather, the way in which NV had asked the question had pulled that response out of me: NV was wide-eyed and her voice was low, yet abrupt, conveying that Mona was a strange spectacle and a case of Enter at Own Risk.
I wasn’t sure whether I was bound to love Mona or not. Was Mona an on an island? Was she an island? Was Mona a weird and wonderful town nestled in a Tasmanian valley, covered in fairy lights?