We’re both far from arty types but we have found that visiting art museums and contemporary art museums is a good way to gain a snapshot of a city’s culture.

Yesterday was Sunday and we got up early and walked through the centre of Cape Town, usually awash with city folk going about their day.

8.30am on a Sunday isn’t that. The remnants of the night before and a vast array of homeless looking inquisitively like you’re jail bait is what confronts you.

Fortunately in Cape Town there are literally hundreds of security men stationed around the city. They are separated by no more than 150-200m and provide much comfort.

Speaking to one at the start of our journey yesterday he suggested a route to follow to the Iziko South African National Gallery, and insisted we put our phones in our pockets.

To get to the gallery you walk up a long mall then through some very nice botanical gardens and colonial architecture.

The gallery is old and stately with a featured exhibition from acclaimed avant-garde artist Steven Cohen.

Cohen is sixty three and was born and raised in Johannesburg. He was gifted the bully trifecta, white, Jewish and gay. He became a ballet star in Paris but shifted into pretty much all disciplines of art.

Everything he produces is stunning and at times very confronting.

He has performed some highly controversial performance art and much of it has been to highlight the degradation of the Jewish people in WW2 and beyond. He has also focussed on the divide between rich and poor of his own country.

Anyway this is some of his work.

There was also a tribute to motherhood. Here are a few of those works.

This is a tribute to the volunteers who died during WW1. Poles fixed firmly in the ground and with the fallen names engraved.

This is a National Geographic shot Lynda took in a McDonalds.

So today we headed for the Waterfront again along with half a million great unwashed from around the world.

We bought a couple of souvenirs for the kids then perched at a coffee shop with an iced coffee and people watched for an hour.

Our target for the day was the Zeitz MOCCA Art Museum. It started as a few old concrete silos and has been transformed into a spectacular gallery rising six stories. There’s even a posh hotel added to the museum going up another five stories.

The art was beautiful, albeit at times a bit too deep for my limited headspace. The staff, like everywhere we’ve been, were fantastic.

Here are some photos from our visit to MOCCA.

When we exited we ran straight into a concert being held by a black a cappella youth choir.

As the voices harmonised and the power of their delivery came home, Lynda burst into tears, something she did at a gospel church in Harlem ten years ago.

These voices went straight through you like a Ballarat southerly breeze in August. It was incredible. They also rightfully received bucketful’s of cash from satisfied punters.

All in all a cracking day in Cape Town. The weather is Perth-like. Oppressive heat, cloudless and a gentle breeze. Tomorrow is a tour of the city and outskirts in the morning followed by the challenge I’ve been dreading, The cable car to the top of Table Mountain.

Might need to enquire about some male incontinence pads before departure. Hope all’s well.

Cheers