Thanks very much for your musical intervention the other day, I was extremely grateful, then pleased, then nonplussed, then a little scared, then pleased again. 
As I mentioned, I was in the middle of a three-day binge of excellent food and company, which started on Saturday night with a trip to Dalva e Dito in Jardins Paulista. I mainly wanted to check "going to a Michelin-starred restaurant" off my bucket list, but it turned out to be pretty great in and of itself. I had poached sole with passionfruit farofa and black rice, followed by an incredible chocolate mousse with cumaru from the Amazon; Gaby unfortunately got the rough end of the stick for the second weekend running and ended up with a rather unremarkable plate of chicken and rice, and a pudim which looked great but apparently didn't taste of much. Still, it was everything I was hoping for, and we finally opened the bottle of Provence rosé which I got in Antibes last November afterwards...
The next day we went to the infamous Dr. Costela, an all-you-can-eat haven of good cheer and allotment-grown lettuce by the side of the motorway, to see how the other half lives, and ate more meat than was medically advisable, washed down with quarts of the owner's homemade beer. I got a petit gateau, ice cream and a birthday song, and crawled home to recover. And last night we had the extended family round for dinner, including people dropping in from Minas during the national long weekend, on our newly-renovated balcony which is looking rather swish.
I've made another compilation; I also recommend this one by yer man out of Arctic Monkeys, and of course the new Janelle Monáe album and "emotion picture". My phrase of the day means "it's no use taking one saint's clothes to clothe another"; i.e. there's no point borrowing from one loan shark to pay off another, for example, since you'll end up straight back in debt. I don't know, it's been a long weekend...
Speak soon, electric prune
Fred, ombros, joelhos e pé, joelhos e pé
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