It was another fine day at the V&A Waterfront, Cape Town, when I took a table on a balcony at a restaurant overlooking the harbour. I ordered a coffee and a plate of muesli, yogurt, fresh fruit and honey for breakfast. Just after the coffee was served a very distressed waitress came to apologize saying that my order will be delayed because they had to send someone for fresh yogurt. I declined the offer of another coffee on the house.
When the breakfast was eventually served, I told the waitress that I remembered what happened to me long ago on a Greek island. I was sitting at a sidewalk café and ordered, what else, a Greek salad. Shortly after a girl came out, unlocked her bicycle, and rode down the street at a leisurely pace. When she came back fifteen minutes later there was a lettuce on the carrier.
I had the same feeling then as I did on the balcony; time wasn’t all that important and, even better, that there wasn’t any place in the whole world that I would rather be than on that balcony overlooking the harbour. I had nowhere else to go, didn’t need anything and it was wonderful.
I even took some pictures and the idea for this, unusual for me, picture slowly took shape while I watched the boats and ever changing water.
The breakfast was delicious.