Iguazu
Rio de Janeiro
“…which continued the revolution in his soul that had begun the first time Brazil’s proud and savage sun had beat down upon his face, the first time he had heard a cicada’s refrain, the first time he had drunk the juice of some tropical fruit, the first time his blood had stirred at the smell of the first mulatta who had shaken her skirts and her hair nearby.” The Slum, Aluísio Azevedo
Paraty
“He took a skiff and crossed the bay. He walked the few sandy streets, under the hot sun. Some kids were playing soccer; instead of a ball they used rags rolled up in a stocking.” Gabriela, Clove and Cinnamon; Jorge Amado
