Well, so far, São Paulo seems lovely. The Jardins area where I’ve spend most of my time so far, is all very nice. Kind of like a slightly swankier version of Berlin’s Prenzlauer Berg area. Nice cafes, restaurants, clothes and book shops. It’s all been a swirl of stuff so far. Eating, drinking, and driving around; seeing large amounts of prostitutes (of both sexes); stepping ankle deep into a gutter full of water; going to the cinema (No Country For Old Men – pretty damn good); looking out of tall buildings at the massive amounts of city; walking around watching the pretty girls; enjoying the rain storm clearing up, and the clouds disappearing just in time for the lunar eclipse; and trying not to feel too scared about the nagging knowledge in the back of my head that this city can be dangerous.
My natural cautiousness and Juliana’s warnings (“don’t wear that t-shirt, don’t wear your watch, do you have any other tennis shoes [ie. cheaper-looking, and not Nike]?”) have conspired to make me not go anywhere remotely dangerous so far. I’ve been driven through possibly dangerous areas, but not set foot in them yet. But I’m not gonna let it get the better of me. I will go into the city centre, I will empty my pockets of anything that I don’t want to lose, and, goddammit, I will enjoy myself.