Hope all well with you lot. Am back to work having been given an extra week off by my boss, in an uncharacteristic display of largesse. Spent my stay of execution mostly flopping about - our post-trip all-salad diet lasted all of three days before I bought cake, and also learned to make a different kind of cake with Gaby's grandma, who was on cat watch at the in-laws' (the latter also returned from NYC on Sunday, bearing gifts and gadgets).
I also went on random wanders to Rua Oscar Freire (posh street, lots of cafés) and Itaim (more cafés), and we went to the Silvio Santos retrospective exhibition at the Museum of Sound and Vision on Friday, which was mildly amusing - Gaby and her grandma had a fine time recreating old gameshow routines, and I photographing them doing so. You may remember Silvio Santos from my earlier profile, which can be found here. Gaby also gave her first class yesterday, teaching laymen and women about behaviourism - by all accounts it was a roaring success.
I have come up with another, rather pensive compilation, and another expression of the week - "testa de ferro" ("iron forehead"), which designates someone who is presented as the figurehead of an organisation in place of the actual powers-that-be (à la Trump Jr.), and dates back to when lowly sailors were pushed to the front of the boat to ward off attackers. "Testa de laranja" ("orange forehead") means pretty much the same thing, except the organisation's activities are shady and the figurehead stands to take the fall if they're found out. Not sure where the "orange" bit comes from. All clear?
Ciao for now,
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