The walk home, up and down some hills.
Fresh blue coração with Charlotte.
Terrible picture amazing memory. Here is a live jazz band accompanied by some russian dancing courtesy of Nono. I think this blurred mess captures the spirit of jazz.
Mara and Giulia being art appreciators.
A collage crocodile. Geil.
A porcelain tart
Fortissima. This dame was possibly the greatest live performer I have ever seen. About half a minute into her first song she swung around to the guitarist and shouted, ' This won't do!! Get yourself in tune.'
She then turned her back on him and wouldn't sing until the audience started pleading.
I usually think the most adequate adjective for Fado (Portugal's traditional music) is 'painful', but last night was simply a fantastic display of diva-ness, improv and sweet, sweet music.
Maybe, just maybe, sou um fã.
