a bit of sunset glory relieves the dread imminence of Hermanus

From which title you may gather, I do not very much like Hermanus. Its architecture and planning make it feel rather like Johannesburg-by-the-sea, even more so than, say, Plet. However, like so many places, it can be rescued by a fortuitous combination of elements, rather like one of those grim old saints that every now and then gets dressed up and hauled down the village streets in procession. (I’m speaking figuratively; definitely no saints in Hermanus.) This I took about 20km away from the big H.