When Pablos Eggs Go Bar closed down in Melville, I was heartbroken. Sad for the staff, sad for me, shattered and oh so lonely. My days of red shakshuka were over, my little egg soldiers on toast were gone, my corner was empty and who … Continue reading I went to Sandton and now you also have to.
I was already saying OMG IT IS HOT, as we arrived in Katlehong for our walking tour. It was 3000 degrees in the shade and not yet 9 am. As I scrambled out the car to join the group, momentarily remembering how much I hate … Continue reading One day in Katlehong
I never take much food on road trips. Usually I buy a coffee as I get going and then stop along the way and eat junk, like slap chips, bar-ones and wine gums. The road trip I did now, taking a chance and heading to … Continue reading My Jewish Bagel
Some of the things I have seen in Melville over this week have included a guy pirouetting in the middle of the road, pink blossoms flying in the wind, an adorable rescue puppy, ceramic angels outside a community venture, joggers and walkers most of whom … Continue reading Mind the step
On my walk this morning I heard, then saw, a tin can rolling down the street. A man ran after it, scooped it up with his foot, kicked it in the air, caught it deftly and carried it back to where he was working. His … Continue reading One man’s trash.
Every morning I wake up, brush my teeth, look at the bees, snap a nude, put on a mask and head out for a walk. I notice how beautiful the light is, take pics of flowers, greet other walkers, and their dogs, marvel at the … Continue reading A good avo sandwich comes with advice
I remember the first time I met Sheldon in Melville. It was December, 2019, just before Christmas. He was walking with purpose along 7th Street, carrying a bunch of the prettiest daisies I’d ever seen. I was intrigued by this man who was clearly on … Continue reading Scent of a flower
This morning I walked past the pavement library on 3rd Avenue in Melville. It’s a community project, a little box against a tree, one where passers-by can put books in, or take books out. There is no obligation to return the books; just to enjoy … Continue reading Word on the Street
The other day I sat in a sunbeam with a Melville shop owner, listening to his stories. I’d planned on blogging about the hood and our many ups-and-downs over the last few decades. About how he sees a future Melville. But I got distracted. Distracted … Continue reading Sunbeams and shadows
I live in a neighbourhood of walkers. We see one another at the park, at the Melville Koppies, or on the streets. Some power walk, like me, getting in their daily steps, others more meditatively. No matter which way we walk, solo, in groups, or … Continue reading We’re Walking in Lockdown, La La