Cape Town - There is something strangely nostalgic about Durban.
During my short sojourn in the city this past weekend for Indaba, I couldn't help but have a constant sense of longing for times gone by.
Which is rather unusual, as I have no personal connection to the place - this is not where I grew up (or even remotely close by), nor is it where we spent family holidays. It's just a city on the opposite side of the coast from where I stay that I really actually know precious little about.
It is, however, where my mother had spent many-a summer vacation as a girl growing up, as did her mother before her, and her mother before her... which makes me wonder if, sometimes, nostalgia can sneak up on you in hereditary form, rising up from the very make-up of your bones and mingling with half-formed impressions of old black and white photographs in fragile albums.
But, apart from my personal experience, I found tangible echoes of nostalgia all round that presented themselves in picture perfect patterns, colours and shapes - a silent stadium where 2010 World Cup crowds once went wild, Art Deco buildings in soft shades of pastel, an abandoned water park, a vintage-flavoured bike hire spot on the promenade and piers with far-gazing fishermen.
Here are a few pics of my Durban nostalgia: What is your experience of Durban? Tell us in the comment section below, tweet @traveller24_sa or tag traveller24_sa in a snap on Instagram that captures your sentiments