It was another gorgeous day in London. I woke up to a clear blue sky and white cherry blossoms draped in front of my window. I am settling into London life. I get up in the morning and do some blogging for work before I make my breakfast oats with flaked almonds and chopped banana…
Drinks at Roxy’s after work? Roxy’s has become the regular meeting place with friends – for a cup of coffee, a beer and a game of pool. My parents used to meet at this little joint almost 30 years ago when it was a speciality coffee house with sweet jazz music. It’s funny how things change through ages….
I stumble into Vida e Cafe on Kloof Street, treading mud over the ivory tiled floors. “One cappuccino and apple-and-cinnamon muffin please,” I pleaded with the barista. “You’re wet,” he remarked. Yes, it’s raining. I stated, with the same sarcasm as Janet from the Rocky Horror Picture Show. I took a seat by the open window near the entrance…
Baristas are sort of like the modern day bartenders – that is – therapists to the common man. In films you always see that one guy sitting in the corner, sipping his whisky and confiding in the disgruntled barman. He wails about his marital problems or work issues while the bartender nods absent-mindedly while wiping…
The Old Street is a hub of creativity and hipsters. Strolling along Shoreditch is like visiting Woodstock on any ordinary day in Cape Town. Street art and graffiti wash the walls, gourmet restaurants line the roads, and it is also a new area – recently converted from old factories to an up and coming hipster joint….
