There's no denying it: Cape Town spots have character. And style. And creativity. And charm. And they're chic and sophisticated with a touch of art. I wouldn't necessarily have said that Cape Town places are poetic, but then I came across this counter coffee-shop-cum-deli opposite Cavendish yesterday:
No wonder Capetonians are so chilled out. I mean, who wouldn't like a little bit of TS Eliot with their morning latte?
Even the babyccinos are served in style, here in the Southern Suburbs. They come on little heart-shaped, over-sized saucers. From mommy to toddler, with love:
But back to TS Eliot. I absolutely love the "coffee spoons" passage from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock about life, longevity, reflection, regret and banal, everyday indulgences:
…For I have known them all already, known them all,
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons…
If you'd like to see the whole poem (just as readable as this fabulous extract), click on this link:
I'm off to go raid my suitcase for every red, yellow, green and black item in it. I'm willing to go out in public looking like a Rastafarian gone wrong. Only because I want Ghana to slaughter the Uruguayans and their blonde nancy boy, Diego Forlan, tonight. That would be poetic justice.