I had a lot planned for today. I was going to read Antony and Cleopatra (at least once), learn how to ride my bike in my dress, go for a swim, tidy my room, go running, camp off at granny's...and get a job.
I expected a lot from myself on this Saturday.
Instead. I woke up at 10 am.
My roommate and I, in a just-missed-breakfast-daze, wondered aimlessly what to do with ourselves. Luckily, someone had organised this for us: yes. We were going to the market at the Labia Theatre! Overjoyed that we could take a free Jammie Shuttle there, we agreed to meet at 11:40, the time that the bus was due to leave. Polly (roomie) and I get down there at 11:43.
Aimlessly wondering has never been more effective. We in the end, pooled with an art student and taxied down to the theatre. Once there, having met up with our friends, downing a strawberry slushie, having a peek into the oldest theatre in Cape Town (which, behind the heavy ochre curtain, was busy showing 127 Hours..) we became completely and utterly lost in second-hand glory.
The market was a bustle of indie. Records were playing from an old gramophone, the flocking pigeons flew overhead like they did for Richard Gere in Pretty Woman, people were trailing clothes to the loo (used as a make-shift change room), store owners were hiding from the sun under umbrellas and hats, and playing cards in the shade of the clothes racks on the ground.
A place for bargains, there were shorts for R50 and jackets for R130. We caught the Jammie back at 2pm, and I'm quickly packing for my planned trek to granny's. Going to have a trial shirt at a restaurant called "Basilico" tonight. They said dress in black. How appropriate.
Fingerscrossed.
