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Sofala


Sofala is an old gold town, with quite a lot of old buildings giving it a real charm as a tourist town. But take a look at the building at the bottom right. Last time I was there it looked like the photo below!


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  1. So someone has invested time and money and love. What a good restoration/rebuild. I like the look of the house bottom left of the collage.

    Sofala is a lovely little joint. My friend Shirley and I had lunch up on top of the rise next to the cemetery of the Anglican Church.

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  2. oh I LOVED Sofala.
    Especially the sweeping road that goes up the hill and you look back on the little town.

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  3. To the photographer's eye: doesn't the not restored building make a better subject? ;-)

    Sofala is a funny word to my ear - "small sofa" ... on the other hand it sounds Bulgarian (okay, I am thinking of Sofia I guess).

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  4. Charmy indeed! Glad someone recovered that falling house.

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  5. I'm with you Martina the bottom shot is much more photographic but I don't think it could have lasted much longer in it's previous state. I can't find anything on the origin of the name.

    Julie and Letty, it is a lovely place. I ddidn't go up the hill, I am always entranced by the buildings in the main street.

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