Sunday was the Brazilian party here in Manhattan, my husband asked if august 31 was a special day in Brazil, I couldn’t answer that; I’m the lousiest Brazilian you can possibly find. I don’t like coffee, samba, or football and these kind of gatherings freak me out. Loud music, large crowds, and people frying food until they are almost carbonized, are not my cup of tea. But my sweet husband insisted that he need to know how Brazilians party. Usually I put my foot down and don’t bend to his pleas. But last Sunday somehow I was a little distracted and I just said yes. Well… I’ll let the pictures speak for themselves.
………….No coments!
The spices actually look really nice.
Just reminded me of the markets in Brazil
