Tom and I ventured forth to Open Streets this Sunday, despite the suffocating heat and my rather nasty stomach bug! It was worth the walk – it’s always lovely to see the city in full festive mode, with hipsters, glam grannies, pram parades, skater kids and tricked-out tots out in force. I love the idea behind the concept – to have pedestrians re-occupy a car-free zone to co-create it in whatever way they wish, providing it’s inclusive, fun, meaningful or for the betterment of the city in some way.
We were amazed how many people lined the usually-quiet-on-a-Sunday street – as soon as we stepped into Bree we were greeted by a chilled out church DJ making ministry magic on the decks, pretty people congregating on the pavement in the shade, a seriously flexible dancer wrapping skinny legs around a pole, kids racing on trick bikes, skaters gracefully twirling past, leopard-mask donning musicians beating makeshift drums, hula hooping whooping little ones testing out their skills, mums marching with their prams, cyclists soaring by with babies attached to their backs, fluttering papers with well-wishes for the city, food and drink vendors punting their wares, hipsters hipstering, rappers rapping, plastic ribbons flapping, and a buzz of infectious positive energy it was impossible to resist.
I took a few pictures to try and capture some of magic, but I’d love to go to one of Open Streets events in Langa – I think the singing, dancing, and general energy there must be incredible to be part of!
Listening to the man play the piano under the tree, I had a revelation that perhaps, in that moment, there was nowhere else I’d rather be.