By ROSLYN SULCAS
Published: February 4, 2011
“This used to be a run-down, derelict area,” I informed a London visitor, as we drove down a wide road in Woodstock, Cape Town, flanked by large, loft-like buildings, on one side, and neat, brightly painted Victorian houses on the other. “Really?” she said politely, clearly straining to keep skepticism at bay. Suddenly I knew how New Yorkers or Parisians feel when they try to convince newcomers that Soho was once a dangerous, decrepit quarter that no one would ever willingly visit, or that once the only reason to go the 10th Arrondissement was to catch a train at the Gare du Nord.