Not much to report over the past week, other than some sightseeing at the Parque de Ipiranga, where Prince Dom Pedro infamously demanded Independence for Brazil despite suffering from considerable bowel distress, and lived in a big palace which is now a museum, or will be once it reopens after repairs. It's based on the parks in Paris and was rather fetching if I do say so myself.
Speaking of bowels: today's Brazilian phrase refers to those indecisive souls who neither defecate, nor vacate the premises reserved for defecation; I believe it has a close, unpublishable variant in English meaning "make your mind up, sharpish".
Today's e-mail is therefore mainly a flimsy pretext to hype up my new mixtape - this week I'm working in the medium of Youtube, since some of the songs are unavailable on Spotify (I cannot work in these conditions...) I've also booked my flights to Paris, getting in on the afternoon of the 17th and leaving the morning of the 20th. Consider yourself warned.
Speak to y'all real soon,
Fredders
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