Seaside in a courtyard

In early December, in the small white-washed holiday and fishing town of Paternoster, we stayed one night, after having made a special there to eat at Oep ve Koep. We slept at The Oystercatcher's Haven, above the bite of white beach and its turquoise ocean. To reach our room we had to enter through a courtyard and its garden of bleached shell and pale driftwood, rusted iron and smooth stones. And some plants, too.

We slept well.