Acrobatics

Excitement in the street when Chiara and I went to collect a washing machine for Hurricane Maria’s mother. While we waited outside the wrong door (with the seller outside the right one), C spotted two marmosets in the tree beside us. A little drama unrolled as buyers and seller finally met up, as the marmosets tried to leap from tree to windowsill and on to another tree. One fell, and then scrambled bashfully up the other tree, while a small group of people anxiously followed the second marmoset’s progress, letting out a huge cheer when it successfully made the leap.
 
In the afternoon, I drove out to Maria’s with the washing machine, once again to be greeted with cake, but no coffee this time on account of the heat. Her mother showed me round her house, surprisingly cool, with its high ceilings, and told me how it was a present from a lady who had befriended her – a nice story. Anjinha (Little Angel), her paraplegic daughter, was snoozing when I arrived. It was the first time I had seen her out of the wheel chair and it was sad to see how her legs have failed to develop since her accident (neither her mother nor Maria or another sister seem to know how old she was when it happened – I heard respectively at 8, 10 and 12).
 
All the way home, I tried to get a shot of the moon masquerading as a street light, but every time I stopped at the lights, it was either hiding behind a tree or behind a building. Frustrating.