Sorriso, the Dancing Dustman

Lunch yesterday was with two close friends who are both battling breast cancer and too many others have the same problem. So it was a relief today to discover that a lump I found last week is nothing to worry about. Phew - now we can go on holiday without thinking I should be here starting treatment (not that I told HH anything, no point in worrying him).
 
After that, I really enjoyed my time downtown and there was much to enjoy. First I looked to see if the boy was there again with his puppy. No sign of him, but the puppy was stretched out on the chest of a sleeping man - except he wasn't sleeping. He saw me sneak a photo and wanted to know what I was doing. Scared he would follow, I ducked through a maze of little shops till I felt safe. Then I came across a TV team filming a strange collection of - well, I suppose cross-dressing samba dancers would be the approximate description. But the dancing dustman (his name means Smile, and he' became famous dancing while sweeping the Sambadrome) was among them and when I asked for a photo, insisted I got a selfie with him. That I won't publish (NOT flattering), but he was very 'simpático', and I'm happy to post one of him. I'm irritated because no amount of editing or changing the photo has enabled me to stop the thumbnail cutting off his head and feet.
 
A choir meet tonight and our choirmaster reckoned we did alright. The other two choirs were excellent, especially one from a nearby Jewish association. We laid on some food and drink afterwards and it's quite funny - I made cucumber sandwiches once and now they ask for them every time. Seems they're quite a novelty in Brazil.