This Saturday we pretended to be tourists and strolled around the V&A Waterfront, stopping for an impromptu lunch on the steps beside the docked sea vessels and this interesting-looking machine which reminded me of a very special metro station in Paris… more on that soon.
After making your way through the vegetable garden at Babylonstoren, I highly recommend grabbing a bite to eat at the Green House. Offering a simple yet moreish menu of basic sandwiches, salads and fresh juices, it’s the perfect place to relax your feet and fill your belly. If you’re vegetarian like me, be sure to try the creamy chèvre on rye with a dollop of their delicious homemade chutney.
Before I delve into my Paris adventure I’d like to share a country gem that’s a little closer to home. Nestled between Paarl and Franschhoek in the Drakenstein Valley, Babylonstoren is a 200 hectare farm that’s a delight for the senses. Whether you choose to wonder among the impressive vegetable garden, or get acquainted with the feathered residents, a trip to this historical farmyard won’t leave anyone disappointed.
I’ve just returned from a whirlwind trip to Paris and I’m positively bursting with inspiration for new projects, as well as a newfound desire to make this blog work. Fingers crossed I get it right this time! Until then I leave you with one of my favorite views from the trip - the beautiful Musée Rodin.
Studying French with a glossy Elle Deco…
It’s sunny out but I’m wearing blue glasses today … mourning the man who woke up to this view everyday.
I attended my first camera workshop downtown this weekend. During a break I ventured onto the balcony to snap a few practice shots. Something about the building opposite and its giant street number really appealed to me. I seem to have a penchant for buildings.
Armed with some new skills from the workshop I’m hoping to make my newfound passion for photography a dedicated hobby and perhaps, if I’m lucky, something more…
I’ve had Paris on the brain a lot of late. Strolling past the majestic Houses of Parliament recently I couldn’t help but be transported to the leafy avenues of the left bank. I’ll just have to visit this bench more often and pretend I’m miles away in the heart of La Ville-Lumière.
