Despite the chill, we were determined to go to a festa junina, having missed them all when we arrived last year; so on Saturday we layered up and went to a church near Vila Madalena for, essentially, a huge street fair with all sorts of food stalls, live music, mulled wine, onion soup, massive bingo tournaments, fairground games (I won a cat jigsaw for Gaby by catching a plastic fish, for example) and general good cheer.
Sunday was Brazilian Valentine's Day, so I whipped up a superlative "leite ninho" (powdered milk) & strawberry cake, and followed up by driving us both to the Museu da Casa Brasileira which, as well as several tasteful shots of Brazilian architecture, featured an amazing buffet restaurant (oyster stew! mad meat! three kinds of hummus!) where we ate ourselves into a stupor before staging an impromptu photoshoot in the museum gardens.
Elsewhere I've been watching the Euros (and the Copa America, although Brazil were hilariously eliminated by Peru on Sunday, which seems to have knocked things on the head a bit), and prepping for Paris - making compilations, sourcing hibiscus tea, that kind of thing.
I overheard my phrase of the day during the local coverage of the footy. In sporting events, the underdog is often referred to as the "zebra", based on a popular Brazilian lottery using animals instead of numbers - the zebra isn't one of them, so whenever there's a highly unexpected result (Peru beating Brazil, for instance), "deu zebra" - the zebra abides.
On that note I will bid you farewell. Looking forward to seeing you all Paris-side in a few days - speak soon!
Frud
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