The lure of the beach was strong so on we we drove until we reached St. James, located in False Bay about halfway between the city and the Cape of Good Hope.
Many of the homes in St. James dated back to the time when the Cape was a colony of the Victorian empire. St James is named after the St. James Roman Catholic Church, built in 1858 for the Filipino fishermen of Kalk Bay, just up the road.
St. James was once the place of the rich and famous from the country's gold and diamond days but now it is better known for its small beach with its colorful picture-postcard beach huts and tidal pool. It was an image of those 'bathing boxes' in a tourist brochure that drew us to St. James.
Funded by the local municipality. local businesses and the Save Our Seas Foundation, the program also hired spotters to scan the waters off popular swimming beaches for signs of sharks. The program provided much needed jobs and income to members of low income communities.
Passenger trains rumbled by every ten minutes or so on their way to and from Cape Town and Simon's Town, the town near where we'd seen so many African Penguins a few days previously that was only a few miles south of James Beach. Years ago, we used to hear trains near where we live but the area has since been so built up, the trains' distinctive sound is only a memory. As a result, we always love and seeing trains when we're on the road.
We learned a couple of years ago to always pack bubble wrap with us even though space in our duffel bags is at a premium.
It worked out perfectly for me as I was able to hop out of the car and take some photos of some famous homes. The humble Rhodes Cottage was named for Cecil Rhodes, one of the richest men in the world in his time, who spent his last days there. If you read the posts on Zimbabwe, you may remember that Rhodes shaped southern Africa like no other individual; he had two countries, which he virtually owned, named after him and he was a colossus in the diamond industry.