Hope all good in that there France. The quirks of working for a company unmoored in time and space dictate that yesterday was a bank holiday, so I went into town with Gaby in the morning and hung out in a hip café while she got the lowdown on how exactly to finish up this masters of hers, from someone "in the know".
At the weekend we went to the Festa da Nossa Senhora da Achiropita, a neighbourhood-wide, month-long festival of Italian food in the centre of town which was absolutely packed to the gills on Saturday night, gorging on fogazza and spag bol 'til we could gorge no more. Props to the plastered announcer making fun of Corinthians over the tannoy as they unexpectedly lost to Atletico Goianiense, and whoever it was who decided to sing "Mamma Mia" in Italian karaoke.
Then on Sunday we went to Pedreira, a city near Campinas seemingly built entirely on arts and crafts, to buy a load of unvarnished wood and marvel at the truly odd, kitsch miniature statuettes on sale (Yoda, giant owls, that kind of thing). Good fun until the inevitable traffic jam from hell on the way back, but we managed to extricate ourselves in time for ice cream and Game of Thrones.
I have made a rather raucous mix-tape to try out on your new boom box, and this week's phrase means "double-edged sword", with all the symbolism of the English equivalent. And on that note...
Speak soon,
Right Said Fred (this is a current reference!)
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