There is a little town along the Southern Suburbs Railway line in Cape Town, South Africa called Kalk Bay. The railway line reached Kalk Bay in 1883 and was the end of the line until 1889! Seriously, if you wanted to travel further along the coast 'way back when' you best have your horse & carriage close by awaiting your arrival. Kalk Bay is - as you can see from the photograph above - nestled between the mountain and the sea. Nowadays this little fishing village is a must to visit when you want to spend a relaxing afternoon meandering in and out of the little shops along the Main Road. There are art shops aplenty, as well as bric a brac shops for those of you who love collecting bits and pieces. Of course, the best place to find treasures is in the Kalk Bay Trading Post which, I understand, was previously the library. What type of people will you see when you are in Kalk Bay besides tourists? My first impression - imagine Woodstock (which I was too young to go too just in case you are wondering), flowing flowery dresses, dreadlocks, drifting smiling faces. Got the picture? These shots were taken in the evening when I was killing time because I had arrived WAY too early for a show which I was going to see at the Theatre. You live and you learn, apparently it is quite normal for 'them' to tell you to arrive at 7.00 for 7.30, when the show actually only starts at 8.30! Anyhow, I had time to kill and so I wandered around looking for a place to have a cappuccino. The restaurants that were open along the Main Road were full so I took a couple of shots and made my way back to the Theatre. It was then that I discovered that there was actually a restaurant above the theatre! (I live in a bubble with blinkers on) Nevertheless, I had a cappuccino and dinner before the show. The highlight for me is that the Kalk Bay Theatre is a Heritage building. It was actually a Dutch Reformed Church in 1876 and has been now converted to house the Theatre (and restaurant).
Remember I mentioned that the railway line didn't reach Kalk Bay until 1883? A good 7 years after the Church was built so perhaps my idea of the horse & carriage waiting wasn't too far off the mark. I mean, how else would they get to Church? Walk? ... until next time.
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