Muizenberg has an area called the Old Village. While having coffee at the Rotisserie, I heard these men call each other. It had been a long time since they'd spoken, but the bond was instant. They stood discussing the need for new signs above some of the shops, and then moved on to more general matters, all the while standing in the middle of the road. This was their turf.
Originally started the project to improve my photography skills. Over a 2500 photos later it's become a personal diary. I post pictures that mark my...
