The sun, in that unhurried way heaved itself above the horizon, spilling golden light over Cape Town’s jagged silhouette
Cape Town The sun, in that unhurried way heaved itself above the horizon, spilling golden light over Cape Town’s jagged silhouette Table Mountain looming like a drowsing giant, the city below still shaking off the chilled morning air. Along the waterfront, the air carried the briny perfume of the local fish market, a fragrance so insistently maritime. The scent wove its way through the docks, curling around the mooring lines and skimming over the water until it reached the Glorious Queen Anne. Here she sits, tethered to the dock with the quiet dignity of an aristocrat waiting to disgorge its enthusiastic world travellers into the expectant morning of excitement. Cape Town a wine tour to remember, possibly The earlyish morning found our little group winding its way through the ship’s hushed corridors, blissfully serene after the initial frenzy of passengers scrambling to board their Cunard tours. Our party convened in our favourite pre-excursion rendezvous point, the C...
