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The white washed walls of Stellenbosch
White is not a colour. It’s more a feeling, a sensation, and needs to be re-affirmed ever so often.
For the more politically inclined, the title of this blog ought to be ambiguous. Ambiguity is not intended here, but words have this political thing of revealing and/or concealing divergent aspects of truth (see Pablo Neruda’s “meta’fore!” – in the film Il Postino). Here, however, I mean Stellenbosch in the time of winter.
Lower Dorp Street.
Stellenbosch in the time of winter.
The trees are bare now, in their wintry dark all the more contrasting the white washed walls of Stellenbosch.
Market Street.
Market Street.
Market Street.
Market Street.
On the Braak.On the Braak.
The local thatchers take great pride in the workmanship of their age old trade.
VOC powder house of 1777.
Parsonage of the Rhenish Mission, 1815.
The Neo-gothic Dutch reformed mother church Stellenbosch.
Book shop window.
The oldest wine cellar in Stellenbosch, 1771, now the Catholic church of St. NicholasStellenbosch synagoge.Stellenbosch mosque for the sizeable Muslim community.Participant observation.The readers.
Contemplating the menu.House in upper Dorp Street.Book Store window.
Side walk upper Dorp Street.Side walk lower Dorp Street.Many times cracked, repaired, plastered and still beautiful in its proportional simplicity.
While winter in the Cape is the time of lashing storms, it is also the time of stillness and consolidation, reflected in the white washed walls of Stellenbosch.
With love as always
Colleen & Walter
Stellenbosch, 22 July 2014
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Stellenbosch is so pitoresque – and full of fond memories 🙂
Thanks for the post, have a soft spot for Stellies that isn’t just about you guys!