On a wet and windswept winter’s afternoon… taking a drive into the past… visiting a place of memories. Where dear friends built a home… something new from the old, a magnificent phase…but moved on since.
A place we used to frequent. For long evenings of dinners, wines, cozy fires and conversation.
If these vintage buildings could talk… of voices, tears, laughter, silences, hard work, and the characters that lived there… Krabrivier: a beacon of the past.
