You thought I was finished talking about the Joburg City Festival, didn’t you? Nope, not quite.
Last week I went on an evening walking tour through the middle of town with Gerald Garner of JoburgPlaces, followed by dinner at the Apprentice Penthouse.
View from the Apprentice Penthouse balcony.
I’ve walked this area before, both on my own and with JoburgPlaces, and I’ve been to the Apprentice Penthouse before too. But the unique part of this tour for me, besides the fact that it started and ended in Joburg’s most luxurious penthouse, was that the walk was at nightfall. Walking in Joburg at night is always magical, and I’d never walked in this particular area after dark before. It was so lovely and peaceful – the corporate mining district is all office buildings so there were very few cars or people around.
Even though most of the photos I took were of things I’ve already photographed during the day, these pictures are different because they were taken as day turned to night.
Late-afternoon skyline view from the Apprentice Penthouse.
I found this building oddly pretty as the sun was going down.
Sunset on Fox Street behind the Shadow Boxer, my favorite piece of public art in the city.
The Shadow Boxer, which is normally hard to portray in pictures, photographs nicely at sunset.
A gang of feral cats live in the garden in front of the Anglo American building on Main Street. I’ve never seen them there during the day, only in the late afternoon and evening. I wonder how they came to live on this small patch of grass amidst miles of concrete. The cats seem to be well cared for. Anyone know the story?
Masked kitty.
Staring into the light.
The Mapungubwe Rhino gleams beneath the Standard Bank building on Main Street. Read the rhino’s story.
Gandhi Square is stunning at night.
The Turret. I’d never seen it at night before. Amazing.
Back at the Penthouse, ready for dinner. This was a fun evening.
I’m not totally sure yet, but this may be my last Joburg City Festival post. In fact, I’m leaving this weekend for a three-week trip to America so this could be my last Joburg post for a while. I have a feeling I’ll check in one more time before I get on the plane though.
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How have I never blogged about 44 Stanley Avenue, the coolest shopping and dining complex in Joburg, which is only five minutes from my house?
I guess it’s wrong to say I’ve never blogged about 44 Stanley; I’ve mentioned it countless times over the years (see here and here) when writing about specific restaurants or shops that are there. But I’ve never written a dedicated post about 44 Stanley as a destination and it’s about time I did – especially now, with the holidays upon us.
I’ve been dreadfully uninspired lately, struggling to think of anything I want to blog about despite having a long list of great ideas (many of which you, my readers, provided in September). I’m finding it hard to feel positive about life at the moment. But on Saturday Thorsten and I got the chance to visit Indwe Park, an indigenous garden and sculpture park in Braamfontein, and I knew I had my topic for today.
Given this week’s political nuclear bomb blast, it feels like a weird time to publish a light-hearted post about my recent (pre-election) jaunt through the United States. But I’m hoping you’ve have had enough of the U.S. election horror show – I know I have – and are ready (at least temporarily) for some wholesome American travel adventures. If so, please read on about my four-day visit to Maine, the northeastern-most state in the lower 48, with my sister, Susanna.
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