Frankly not my favourite town, all too Clarens. But midweek it was better, quieter, less Newlands. Genadendal was a revelation, the gardens out the back and the pear tree magnificent. Quiet, restful, bees and blossoms and all the cliches of an early Spring day. And no Range Rovers full of over-indulged, new parented tweenies on pink cell phones. There was a table of them in Abbey Rose on Friday evening, Grade 11 or so, girls already feasting on their entitlement, discussing the world's failings in a semaphore of gesticulated 'likes' and 'whatevers'.
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