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| Did you see the size of my shell? |
Over the past few days I spent time with some of my favourite people just 'being' and 'living' in Cape Town. On Thursday I went sea shell hunting in Muizenberg and watched my niece demonstrate her perfect chart-wheels and my nephew try to calculate the cost of our bill at a local coffee shop where we retreated for coffee and chocolate brownies after the very hard task of finding the perfect shells.
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| Muizenberg Beach |
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| I'm having Coke Zero and a chocolate brownie, please! |
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| Ok, so that's going to cost R64.00 |
A more historical focus on Saturday found me and M strolling the streets of the city in search of our historical roots as we visited the Slave Lodge and enjoyed the bright, vibrant and somewhat cliché works of the 'people's painter' -
Tretchikoff.
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The Slave Lodge, top of Adderley Street, Cape Town
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| Table Mountain from the National Gallery, Company Gardens - Cape Town |
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| Who hasn't seen these or similar prints is someone's house on the Cape Flats in the 70s & 80s? |
The historical sojourn didn't stop as we walked down
Long Street, deeply etched in my own history - I told M my stories of Senator Park (before it became a drug den) and silently reminisced about my clubbing days at 169, Mama Afrika and half a dozen other clubs that once-upon-a time shared a little space in Cape Town's most vibrant and notorious street. I ended my day experiencing the duality of the city; first up the CD launch of a eco-tourist-educator on a ramshackled farm in Constantia and then onto a old-school 'jol' at a homely club that belted out all the Coloured anthems, in the back-streets of industrial Ottery.
It's been a sunny weekend and I've allowed the vibrancy, complexity, humanity, fluidity of Cape Town and it's people to wash over me.
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