Your Stories, Your Tales -> Our Far South Pot Pourri

I could have hung out with friends in their backyard for a party and the obligatory braai. I could have been seen chilling at one of the cafe’s on the Atlantic seaside. I could even have strolled down Long Street and St George’s Mall just soaking up the excitement of the city, but in the end, I chose to take a train ride to Kalk Bay.

After losing myself for hours  in the second hand stores and other treasure troves housing exquisite finds from jewellery, clothing, to fine art, I made my way over to my usual haunt, The Brass Bell, for a meal and a cider before catching the train back home.