Camps Bay is a suburb of Cape Town on the Atlantic seaboard waaaaay over on the other side of the mountain from where I live. Rob lives there so sometimes I am there, too. Yesterday was warm and sunny and summer was in the air, and we took a short stroll along the promenade in the late afternoon.
The pavement cafés and wine bars weren’t overrun by tourists yet (not that I have anything against tourists, I really really don’t…) so there was parking to be had and a relaxed atmosphere and beaches to see and benches to sit on and old acquaintances to chat to. And there was a rhino. And at the end of the stroll, turning left at the robots up Geneva Drive, there was Dizzy’s – a friendly barman, cold beer in a tall glass, more old pals… a well-deserved rest after a terribly long, hard, tiring day in the most beautiful city in the world.
To be continued…
I like ‘saving private rhino’. It looks a beautiful day; there’s just nothing to match a walk by the sea is there?
Looks like a beautiful place…TFS!
It is. Come summer I find Camps Bay a bit too full of super trendy jet setters and fancy tourists desperately hoping to be “seen” in the hottest new spots, but right now it is pretty much perfect.