Hope all well wit y'all. I've only gone and got the week off, so Gaby and I have booked a last-minute jaunt to Monte Verde - famed mountain getaway for city-weary Paulistanos who want to experience cold - starting today; will let you know how we get on. I'm told there will be fondue, squirrels and apfelstrudel, though not necessarily in that order.
In the meantime, I've been wandering around town in my own inimitably lopsided way; so far I've checked out Liberdade (the Chinatown of São Paulo, complete with pagoda shopfronts and a rather sorry-looking koi carp pond) and the Cultural Centre, which was mostly closed on a Monday morning, but looks promising at first glance.
On Friday we went to a local all-you-can-eat soup buffet - a soup kitchen, if you will - to try on silly hats (pictured), and on Saturday one of Gaby's friends had a birthday party at an altogether more upmarket bar down south, complete with Twist-and-Shouting covers band and cage-fighting on TV, for some reason. Then on Sunday I made a huge cake and we settled in to watch France lose to Portugal as St. Denis was engulfed in a plague of moths, but the less said about that the better...
My phrase of the week - "where have I gone and tied my donkey!?" is, if I recall correctly, the first one I was ever taught upon visiting Brazil, and basically means "what have I got myself into?". It seemed appropriate at the time... I also bestow another compilation on you, whether you want me to or not.
Right, off to the hills. Speak to you soon!
Take a Sad Song and Make it Fredder
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