A village of cracked pavements, street art and boho happiness.
A village of teeny tiny book shops, A lucky packet array of people from all walks of life.
I grew up here. Under tables playing with my toys whilst my parents debated the volatility of our then burning country(it was the mid 80's and Melville was an army of consciousness)
Our village has often been slandered.
"Its too quirky"
Its "Hell-ville"
Its the "SPCA" for loners and artists.
Whatever your opinion on us is, you still come here to grab a petite four from de la Creme.
You still come to Xai Xai for pizza special and Caparinia's.
You still secretly love the vibe, the fire the magic.
As you have guessed by now im a little in love with this suburb, I love the way i can walk down its cobbled streets, know at least 10 people within 10 meters of eachother, listen to the gossip half heartedly, greet the local dog Pita who runs around chasing birds..And feel like i have a place i truly belong in.
You can keep your white bread suburbs, with your ADT guards at every corner, your shopping wedges filled with Woolworths and and and and and and.
We have vibe here. We have soul.. and yeah, we are a bit like a pavement special, but at the end of the day, thats what you learn to love about us, our 'dont mess with us, we can kill you with the beauty of our art' mentality.
I urge all you sceptics out there, take a leap of faith, come visit us, come for Busker Saturday at Love and revolution, poker night at Wish, Book readings at Die Boekehuis..
You may leave with a sparkle in your eye..a spring in your step.
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