Five Things: We’ll Always Have Parys

Yep you read right – ParYs. The little town about an hour out of Joburg has been on my bucket-list for more than a year, and I finally got to tick it off. Awesomeness!

{so i took a little liberty with that quote...}

{so i took a little liberty with that quote…}

Parys is one of those little artsy towns full of ye olde antique shoppes and purveyors of shabby-chic knicknackery; the kind of town where you find yourself embedded in the far corners of an overstuffed craft shop with armloads of frippery that you never knew you needed, but which have since become absolutely essential to your future wellbeing (for me: this was a full-frontal photograph of a donkey’s teeth. Great pic, Marais Nel).

By far the best find for me was the food – the morning started out at Plum Tree Restaurant with a pre-breakfast moerkoffie & boerebeskuit (hardcore coffee with an enormous rusk for dunking) which was so substantial, I never quite got round to breakfast-proper.

This was right next door to Dick’s Sweets. I’ll say no more on that subject. *immature gigglesnort*.

Lunch was at Hoi Polloi, which is accessed via the steepest staircase I’ve ever climbed (more like a ladder) and is absolutely fabulous. Choosing from the menu was painful – we wanted one of each, please.

{moer & beskuit - which i pretended was a telephone. which scared residents of parys}

{moer & beskuit – which i pretended was a telephone. which scared the good people of parys}

{they don't take breakfast lightly at Plum Tree restaurant!}

{they don’t take breakfast lightly at Plum Tree restaurant}

{squid ink bread - or "special present" left by a baboon?}

{squid ink bread, bearing a striking resemblance to something which is normally issued forth by a baboon}

{the only time i have enjoyed the pasta as much as the topping - chicken roulade with pink peppercorn pasta}

{the only time i have enjoyed the pasta as much as the topping – chicken roulade with pink peppercorn pasta}

{ostrich burger with beetroot something-or-other - spot the sneaky hand trying to grab a chip}

{ostrich burger with beetroot something-or-other – spot the hand trying to sneak a chip}

Since it was Sunday in a small town, doors were closing by early afternoon which was something of a blessing – I guess there’s only so much beat-up enamelware and outrageously good food one can handle in a day!

so slank

PPS: “There have been several suggestions put forward about the origin of the name Parys, the most commonly accepted being that it was suggested by Mr. Schillbach, a German land survivor who had served in the Franco–Prussian war, and had taken part siege of Paris. Apparently the events were still fresh in his memory five years later and he likened the Vaal River to the Seine and prophesied that a day would come when a big town would lie on both sides of the river, just like Paris.” {tee hee! poor deludenoid}

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