This will be our final day in this town. I am ready to leave, although I really enjoyed being here. It is an entirely different experience being here this long: you start to get an idea of the rhythm of the city, and begin to recognize and be recognized on the street. Little things that would not catch your attention normally become visible. For instance, there was a crowd inside the fish store today, not other days. And Sundays are quiet days. The Bulevar, which is usually quite packed for its entire length, is today almost deserted. Even the Prado is quite quiet. And we feel like we know at least this part of the town pretty well now, and can rightly sneer at "those tourists".
But today was also a day of music. Fabio's dad plays clarinet in a community orchestra of about 45-50 musicians, and they have a weekly, Sunday morning, concert on the Prado just outside our house. So we went and watched these folks play, really play quite well, for an hour. With the traffic and pedestrians moving around them, as well as many people standing to listen. Many pictures were taken.
Then, as walked down the Prado, one of the bars had a woman at the door, motioning us inside. At first, I thought it was for gambling or illicit activity, but when I did poke my head in, there were grooups of children in folkloric costumes singing and dancing. It was wonderful, more so because we did not expect it.
My foot is still giving me trouble, so I was not up to a big walk. We went back down towards the Hotel, and thought we might check and see if there was any chance of there being internet access. To our surprise, not only did they have cards, but they had terminals available. Both Richard and I spent a half hour doing email, then went to a cafe for Bob's café expres, then back to the Hotel for a bit of food, before returning to the room for a rest after all this activity.
Tonight we pack.
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