And Carnaval Came to Me...

Night is falling, the rain has finally stopped, and a bloco is going by...impossible to resist! As they don't move very fast, I've been downstairs dancing a couple of times already. I also called my daughter in Miami a few minutes ago, so she could hear the singing outside my windows.


This is one of dozens, perhaps hundreds of groups that form spontaneously all over Rio. I can't find it listed anywhere in the so-called official lists...If you can't go out in search of carnaval, it'll come to your doorstep. So, you just step outside and follow them for however long, singing all the great marchinhas of old. Life is good!


I took these few shots about an hour ago as they were approaching the square where I live. This little girl's grandfather kindly let me take her picture. A lot more people were willing to pose, but there was too much going on!


The other wonderful detail about this bloco: a lot of women percussionists! Actually, they have slowly and quietly taken their long overdue place in drumming sections everywhere, even in the large samba schools. More power to them!