Rio Grande do Sul, our entry gate in Brazil. We didn’t thought to stop so quickly, but we had forgotten the magic atmosphere of the lagoon, her birds, her lights and fogs. Here, in the “lagoa dos patos”, all is quiet. The barques go and return from the “isla dos marinhieros”, full of boxes fo salads and other vegetables, in way to the comunitary market, a few yards from here. The horse cars still resist to the lorries and cars, the erants dogs sleep in the streets, the nostalgics “gauchos” pass in their black and red lined cloak, leather boots and beret. We met again the singing brasilian portugues, the fruits, the vegetables, the fish market….
It’s good to be back in Brazil !
