Tourists in our own Town

Sylvia usually comes to clean up our mess on Wednesdays, but when she can’t make the regular Wednesday, she comes on Saturday. I hate the Saturday clean-up because it’s one of only two days that I get to lie-in. I also really appreciate the Saturday clean-up because S and I are propelled into action earlier than usual and to do things that we wouldn’t ordinarily do on a Saturday.

This Saturday, we packed the camera and took a tour along the Atlantic Seaboard – the Sea Point to Moullie Point slice, past the weather beaten putt-putt course, the maze and the little blue train. Here is some of what we saw:

Under the fairy lights

There was a funeral on the beach down below, but it seemed like this silver haired man wasn’t able to make it down the stairs.

Against a blue sky

I liked the idea

A little construction

Along the Promenade, opposite the old age home

Used for the construction / excavation

The light was a bit bright

Some locals we came across

... may lie on the paving

Only during the day

Somewhere to take the children

The Old Lady

A dusty face

Co-ed image

On the way back

Hola 7!

And a very even sign

If you made it down this far – kudos to you! I wish there were some kind of viewing application for images with this blog, but beggars can’t be choosers.

There are more photos still, but man, this takes up sooo much time! I hope I get to them.