My plane for Paris and summer was at 4pm, so I took my usual morning walk. Absolute silence. Every other day there would be people of all shapes and sizes, jogging, walking dogs, children playing. The nearby construction workers were no-where to be seen, probably huddled away in some container warming their hands on a hot coffee. The silence was abruptly broken by the Lighthouse sounding its foghorn to warn passing ships of Cape Town's notoriously jagged coastline. Not a tourist in sight. The playground starkly silhouetted by the back light, could well have been the scene of a Stephen King novel.