…but if I told you where it was I’d have to kill you.
Only drawback is you can’t really see whether your hands are clean. I’m told the men’s urinals were black, too.
…but if I told you where it was I’d have to kill you.
Only drawback is you can’t really see whether your hands are clean. I’m told the men’s urinals were black, too.
Our last day in Porto Alegre, a bunch of us went to the open-air market at Brique da Redençao, which runs every Sunday from 9 or 10 am. The official booths even take Visa, though you have to go to one of a handful of special stands to use it, and ONLY Visa is accepted (this is true of many places in Brazil, as we had found).
It’s a combination of artisans’ fair and flea market, with some very interesting things. I bought a mate cup (cuia), a little wooden carving of a jaguar, a stunning jasper necklace, and something very special for my daughter – all of which got me grief upon arrival in Australia (they’re very strict about quarantining wood and animal products, to protect their fragile ecosystem). But nothing has been confiscated. Yet.
I attended OpenCamp in Rome, which was held in a mostly recovered public space, the former slaughterhouses of Rome, parts of which are interestingly decorated with graffiti.