02.08 Back in Sao Paulo

In big cities you can get lost. That is exactly the feeling I get when I walk in Sao Paulo. I feel so small and minuscule when I walk around the tall buildings, the constant traffic and the wave of people. I like to feel lost.

I had seen a picture of the Rua 23 de Março and was attracted to that place. The picture didn’t lie. A small street filled with people walking like an army of ants amidst all the junk that is sold on that street. I could best compare it to Laxmi Road of Pune, but that wouldn’t be a fair comparison. This is done in Brazilian style! Which means music, all kinds of people, and a lot of thumbs up! Did I mention that the Brazilians love to give the thumbs up for everything? Well, they do. And I picked up on the habit here…

As I walked along, I stumbled on a street concert and later outside an instruments shop, there was a band playing jazz music. Big cities! What can I say? Love them!

There was an episode in “friends” when Chandler calls Joey from an ATM vestibule and mutters “mmm..mmm…mmm..mmm” – translation “I’m stuck in an ATM vestibule with iforgothername (a model’s name)”….

Well…..

“mmmm…mmm…mmm…mmm…mmm…mmm…mmm…” – translation “I was stuck in an ATM vestibule not with a model but with an old Brazilian man!”

I’m glad that I was stuck with somebody, because I would have gotten more fucked if I was alone. He was able to shout in Portuguese at the people on the streets to help us. My heart did skip a beat when I slid my credit card under the door at the woman who said she would open the door for us! She returned it to me. Maybe, she had photographic memory and remembered my credit card number by heart!?

C'est l'anniversaire à Dada!!! :)