One place in the Green Point area is called Giovanni's. They're a cafe and grocer and they make a mean espresso and chocolate croissant. I don't know if it was mist or fog that covered the docks, but it slowly burned off as I walked towards the waterfront. The area smelled more and more like the ocean, vaguely spoiled seaweed smells and all, only with a background note peculiar to this place. At least I've never smelled another place like it.
If I ever smell that smell again it'll bring me back to Cape Town the way that smelling a particular creamed spinach brought me back to my week at Children's Hospital in grade 3.
I haven't really been to Cape Town yet. I walked 100 paces along a portion of its length while trying to clarify where a particular dock and berth is located. E Berth at Duncan dock is not East, it's on the West side of the dock (I think). I'm about to walk there, right now.
It's 4am back home. It's 1:00pm out here. I'm about to board the RMS St Helena and experience isolation from the outside world. I have to wonder if I'm going to meet a bunch of UK citizens who are lavished in finery and interested in having a gated community tour of the world. Only one way to find out.