Laranjeiras

We went far up a hill in the Laranjeiras area of a Rio de Janeiro for our feijoada lunch today. The place was as hidden away as you can get, and felt completely different from other parts of Rio; almost like being in the North East. It was very village like and the feijoada was delicious. I asked this fellow diner if I could take her picture as she stepped away from her table for a smoke, sheltering under the eaves of the house opposite from the sudden downpour.