Going Paulista

Packing like you are going to the Caribbeans and landing in the Brazilian autumn instead. Recipe for getting a cold. The fourth this year. That makes it once a month. Great record.
Rio's mild temperatures in a few days might help at least shortening it. While hoping for Rio, hopping through Sao Paulo.

I'm not sure Sao Paulo is a city I can fall in love with, but it is not either that monster people have been portraying. A gigantic metropolis, not necessarily well cared, chocked by traffic jams times and again. But not the safety threat some would expect, with pleasant walks during the day and fun bars for the night - provided you take taxis and use your common sense - if you have to switch off common sense, maybe Sampa is not the place.

Favourite sights: a shoestring vendor, a street artist improvising a dance with an old lady dressed in green and yellow, the automatic distributor of bouquets, a table football at the museum do futebol where you can choose your configuration (4-4-2 works the best).

And Pinhero nights.