SÃO PAULO, BRAZIL – Our last day in Brazil. As far as I can tell most Brazilian (or at least Paulista) architects’ student projects were prisons. The drabness is enhanced by the diffuse yellow sunlight that reaches the street here. This is out of the window of our hotel, the Emiliana, in the Jardins district of Sâo Paulo. Link to the Emiliano.
This is nine images stitched.
SÃO PAULO, BRAZIL – I spent the morning exploring São Paulo on foot, and then made a pilgrimage to Vila Medeiros, a working class neighborhood in São Paulo that was about an hour’s drive from our hotel, to visit Mocotó, a restaurant and bar specializing in food from the far north east of Brazil, and Cachaça, the potent Brazilian sugarcane drink. Here’s a review – be sure to read all six pages: Mocotó The only English-speaker is the chef, Rodrigo Oliveira, a charismatic young man who is viewed as one of the most creative rising chefs in the country. He ended up joining me for lunch and providing a large sampling of items on the menu. Rodrigo is doing serious research on indigenous ingredients. Here he is showing me his collection of beans:
Leica M9 and 35mm Summicron v. IV.
SÃO PAULO BRAZIL – We checked into a hotel near the airport for six hours while we waited for our ongoing flight to Porto Seguro, as small coastal city 450 miles or so south of Salvador, Bahia. It is said to be the first place the the Portuguese set foot in the new world. Here’s a link: Porto Seguro. Here is a picture from the pool of the Hotel we spent our six hours in.
Leica M9 and 28mm Summicron lens.