Moon-bathing

I love Copacabana at night - in summer - with a full moon - holiday makers and locals, everybody relaxed. Pavements, restaurants, kiosks and bars, all full. Nothing to hurry about, nothing to worry about - at least until tomorrow (and assuming one can steer clear of muggers and the like).

The sand sculpture nearly lost out to Mona Lisa da Bahia, aka PretaPink, wearing a very fetching turban and busy doing wondrous things to a young girl's hair. ML was very keen for me to send him her the photo on Facebook - not too sure that I want to open my FB page to her, though. Will have to work out something out.

Tried a new restaurant on the way home (new to us). Tex Mex, so a lot of things on the menu were off limits to HH, who includes gluten intolerance among his health foibles, but we settle for a Combo Tex. Wow, what a plateful! Highly toasted strips of beef, plus chicken and masses of sausage and onion, as well as chips, peppers, aubergine and heaven knows what else. Well, we HH ate with gusto, I had an elegant sufficiency, and we still had to ask for a doggy bag for the best part of half the plateful (otherwise we wouldn't have had room for the beer). The place was busy, and lots of young, though not so many that we felt too ridiculously out of place. I think we'll be going back.

So we weren't going to stop at the gelato shop - honest! But somehow, as we crossed the last road before home, we struck a diagonal line and wound up inside it - and then, of course, there was nothing for it but to indulge.

P.S. Very unfair to refer to HH's health issues as foibles. He copes with a total lack of fuss with Parkinsons and glaucoma, in addition to the usual aches and pains and the little matter of gluten.