Sunday, December 25, 2005


winding roads leading from the concrete heart into the leafy greeness. It's a bright, lush, unexpected green, and with the light breeze playing havoc with your hair, you almost forget it's Summer. Summer here is grey and parched. It has yellow grasses in some parts and dry olive coloured leaves in others. But this green is a welcome reminder of Spring. This road takes your from the city into what they used to call the rural urban fringe, or the green belt and take each curve expertly, feeling the melancholy overtake you with each soft turn of the wheel.

But it is busy, this small community. You watch their hurried footsteps run in and out of the local shops and small speciality stores. Casually dressed middle aged divorces mingle with young couples and happy singletons. This community is unpretentious and relaxed and you like it.

You visit small shops where tinkling bells sound your arrival and spend your money at the local fresh produce guy, sitting by the side of the road with a collander of lettuce resting on the nature strip. This is the other side everyone keeps talking about.