It was only yesterday where I was strolling with my wife on a breezy Sunday morning through the Farmer’s Market on Jabaquara Avenue. We have just moved to São Paulo, the never-ending mega city and cultural capital of Brazil. Practically a mile long, eager vendors greeted the bustling air with shouts of “bom dia, bom dia”, among countless rows of what se…
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