If you are in Mouille Point you are having Fun!

Mouille Point

Friendly coast­line; check. Waving dis­tance of Robben Island when facing said coast­line; check. Short name with the unusual arrange­ment of 3 vow­els (in a row!) that every­one will mis­spell; check, check. Mouille Point.

One won­ders if the sound of the Atlantic Ocean's drift between Granger Bay and Three Anchor Bay inspired the nam­ing of this coastal por­tion lend­ing itself gently to Wikipedia's sug­ges­tion that 'Mouille is a phon­etic term that applies to cer­tain con­son­ants hav­ing a pal­a­t­al­ised, "liquid" or softened sound'. Mouille Point cer­tainly softens the effect of the African con­tin­ent par­tic­u­larly while sip­ping liquids and reward­ing one's pal­ate at a culin­ary sea­side obser­va­tion deck.

Mouille Point's res­taur­ant col­lec­tion is as suf­fi­cient as an under­wear selec­tion com­pris­ing of items labelled 'Monday' through 'Sunday'. A fresh item for every occa­sion with no duplicates.

Day one: Brunch at Newport Deli with a Flat White cof­fee while you over­look the choppy blue.

Day two: Vino and square pizza served on a bread­board at Bravo's as a social carbo-loading respons­ib­il­ity for the rollerbladers that whizz by in hot­pants beachside.

Day three: A fresh salad lunch recov­ery at Elixir Spa (and maybe a mas­sage to help you through the week). Followed by espresso and a self assigned ‘gold star’ (in the form of a pastry) from Michelin Star owner’s Sundance Coffee Company.

Day four: Rebellion cock­tails, sun­set accessor­ised at Wafu, a dash down­stairs to Wakame for sen­sa­tional sushi then back upstairs for more rebel­lion on the sun­downer deck.

Day five: Deli sand­wich over Wi-Fi at Café Neo and a din­ner hunt involving the selec­tion of your own steak cut at Theo's grill "Medium rare please".

Day six: You decide "woks cook­ing?" in a slick Asian set­ting at Geisha.

Day seven: Formal sea­food din­ing with a linen nap­kin and everything at Pepenero's with a little in-house cock­tail room rotation.

... of course the Mouille Point enter­tain­ment cycle is open for per­sonal interpretation.

If the Atlantic Seaboard was a fairytale col­lec­tion, Mouille Point would play Cinderella. Many moons ago when the Cape Town Harbour was where you went to get a tat­too of an anchor when you lost a bet, Mouille Point was where the kid in your class who always had holes is his school jer­sey lived. As the last Millennium turned into it's last dec­ade the once dingy har­bour mar­ina turned with it tug­ging Mouille Point along in its com­mer­cial wake.

The Lighthouse

The har­bour hav­ing under­gone archi­tec­tural recon­struct­ive sur­gery evolved as the mag­ni­fi­cent water­front shop­ping and enter­tain­ment cap­ital of Cape Town known as the Victoria and Alfred (V&A) Waterfront, it's closest com­pan­ion... Mouille Point. The less for­tu­nate school friend, never went to col­lege in the end but not due to lack of means but rather due to early retire­ment as his inher­ited dilap­id­ated fam­ily build­ing broke auc­tion records as Mouille Point col­lec­ted it's res­id­en­tial prop­erty title of the Golden Mile dur­ing the prop­erty boom.

Mouille Point con­sists of a single lin­ear strip that caresses the coastline's cut into the land. Parallel to each other lies the ocean; the Promenade wind­ing it's way through Sea Point to Bantry Bay; Beach Road (which serves as the main road); the single prop­erty line and the sports fields. The finite sup­ply of land has res­ul­ted in Mouille Point com­pris­ing of major­ity high rise lux­ury apart­ments, a small selec­tion of low rise devel­op­ments and a hand­ful of single dwell­ings where the aged hand­write notes threat­en­ing prop­erty brokers off their land at the next attempt to tender. Mouille Point has the advant­age of hav­ing the Green Point Common shad­ow­ing it with a muni­cipal col­lec­tion of com­munity sports play­ing fields and the back­ground of Table Mountain and Signal Hill. Blue of the ocean out the front win­dow, green of the grass out the back.

The his­toric light­house inspires yacht­ing fash­ion in it's suit­ably naut­ical red and white stripe present­a­tion. Of course being the old­est func­tion­ing mari­time chap­er­one in South Africa does come with cer­tain nasty respons­ib­il­it­ies that may warn ships of land through heavy mist but that land heavy sleep­ers in a foul mood when woken by the bel­low of the notori­ous fog­horn in the early hours. What can one do in a situ­ation like this but replen­ish one­self with a little Gelato from the local Italian ice-cream shop and a cheer­ful choo-choo ride on the mini Blue Train. One can­not be blamed for adding up strokes incor­rectly at the Mouille Point beach­front mini-golf course (Putt-Putt); lack of sleep is a legit­im­ate han­di­cap even if com­pet­ing against your own children.

Although this dis­trict is one of the few spots in Cape Town to have suf­fi­cient street park­ing to res­id­ent ratio do not attempt a Mouille Point visit dur­ing work hours unless you are enter­tain­ing the boss. Should your per­son­al­ised num­ber plate be spot­ted in the gen­eral Mouille Point vicin­ity none of the 'I'm just pick­ing up my little Jimmy from school' or 'My filling fell out so I had to make an emer­gency dent­ist visit' or 'Just pick­ing up my suit for the present­a­tion tomor­row' will save you. There is not a school, med­ical prac­tice, post office, dry-cleaner or venue of gen­eral errand any­where in the vicinity.

If you are in Mouille Point, you are hav­ing fun; busted!

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