It seemed sunny and relatively warm when we got out of the car at the Jardim Botânico (Botanic Garden).
On Eliane’s advice, though, I kept my windbreaker with me, tying it around my waist and sure enough, dark clouds soon hung ominously overhead.
We took the path toward the main structure, a 3-dome glass greenhouse. Along the path were various colors of petunias, nothing spectacular. Landscaped hedges formed concentric triangles on either side of the path. It was more crowded than I expected, but the weather was decent and it was the day before a national holiday.
We entered the greenhouse and climbed the stairs to the upper level. It was OK, but not very impressive really. Eliane told me she’d never been here before, and she seemed to have the same opinion as I did about the place.
Off to one side was a sort of pretty alcove with bright colored flowers so we headed there.
Even though it had started raining lightly, no one ran for shelter nor stopped their activities. On the sloped lawns, kids were running around and teenagers played ball.
We walked back toward the car and passed a group of young guys throwing and running with an American football! I expressed surprise at this, but Carlos said American football was developing a fan base here. Some people watched the games on satellite TV and now Curitiba has two football teams of its own! American teams are invited to come to play a game with these teams and help them improve their technique.
It seemed to be clearing up some, so we headed to the Rua das Flores (Flowers Street), a pedestrian street closed to traffic in the center of town. I was happy about this, because it had been one of my favorite places to walk when I last stayed in Curitiba, in 1979. Since Dale and I sometimes noticed different things, I’ve included some of his pictures as well as mine. Most of the photos speak for themselves. If you visit Curitiba, I strongly recommend taking a stroll down Rua das Flores as part of your itinerary.
Since there was still a bit of rain, we went to another mall – a smaller one, less fancy than Patio Batel. Although Dale and I both initially refused, we were easily persuaded to order sparkling wine, which they call espumante. I tried to get online, but all the nearby WiFis were locked! Carlos said it was maybe a new policy because the mall had just changed ownership and was now owned by an American company.
This evening, we attended an opera at the Teatro Guaira, a 3-day run of an unstaged production of an opera by Carl von Weber, a contemporary of Beethoven, called Der Freischütz, roughly translated to “The Sharpshooter.” It was the first time this opera has been performed in Brazil.
The tickets were only R$10 (about U.S. $3.00) each – it is a government subsidized cultural event, part of a 2-week long “opera festival,” to be followed by similarly subsidized 2-week music festivals of other types of music, which take place annually. The tickets, being so cheap, are sold out quickly and competition for them is fierce. There are no assigned seats, so we got there as early as possible to find good seats. Long before the opera started, the auditorium, including the balconies, filled up completely – a sold-out performance!
Some of the performers were invited specifically for this opera, but the orchestra was the Paraná Symphony Orchestra, in which two of Eliane’s cousins play, the Brandão sisters. Maria Alice is a cellist and the other, Maria Ester, is an accomplished violinist, as well as concertmaster.
I translated the synopsis of the first act from the program for Dale. It was a Faustian tale, but with a happy ending! All the supertitles were, of course, in Portuguese. One character, the Devil, spoke his lines directly in Portuguese; the rest sang in German.
I felt a bit sorry for Dale, who doesn’t understand either German or Portuguese, but he said he was content to just enjoy the performance for the music. What a good sport!
Another cool day. Eliane drove us to the Feira do Largo da Ordem downtown – Carlos didn’t go with us because he hates crowds.
And crowded it was! This feira is a crafts market which takes place every Sunday from 9 am to 2 pm, with well-made craft items, some beautiful, cute or clever. It is located in the center of the Historic District next to the Presbyterian Church and Tiradentes Square. According to its web site, an average of 15,000 people visit the fair every Sunday. Sometimes there are expositions of antique cars and the fair is very convenient to having lunch at one of the surrounding restaurants. Besides craft items including hand made jewelry, paintings, items for the home and novelties, there are also antiques and old books and magazines for sale. My husband and I both bought t-shirts, and I also bought a tote bag with an araucária (Paraná pine tree) imprinted on it.
Free samples of cube-shaped gummy candies were being offered at one booth – I liked them because they were soft but don’t stick to your teeth. We sampled many different flavors but in the end I bought only two small packages of cachaça-flavored gummies, which will make unique souvenirs. I also bought a small jar of mango-passion fruit jam, not too sweet.
Meanwhile, my husband Dale (who took most of these pictures) noticed the towers of a mosque behind the booths and went to investigate. He photographed the mosque which was just behind the fair – I don’t know why we hadn’t noticed it when we were in this same area the day before!
The mosque, too, was crowded!
As we were leaving, we passed a booth selling items made of metal and…
…a guy selling little insect-like wire things that you press down on to make them jump. I smiled, thinking they were clever, and wish I’d bought a couple for my cat!
We planned to go to the large Mercado Municipal, an enclosed market of mostly food stalls. My points of reference were those in Peru and Mexico.
On our way there, we stopped for a late lunch at a popular churrascaria which catered to a lunch crowd, Pepino Azedo, which was about to close. However, they were willing to serve us. The meat of the day was alcântara. This is not the type of churrascaria that serves 12 different kinds of meat! The waiter asked how we wanted it cooked – some wanted “mau passado” (rare) and I wanted “bem passado – ou meio passado” (medium well). In the end, there was mostly med-rare to rare, but I found a few pieces to my liking – better that way, not too much meat on my plate! I tried to fill up with onions and tomatoes and also French fries, although I didn’t help myself to a lot of the latter. And there was farofa on the table (Eliane had it exchanged for a fresher container) – manioc flour, as we explained to Dale. He put some on his meat and seemed to enjoy it.
This place was convenient because it was on the way to the Mercado Municipal. We parked across the street and went into the market, which was cleaner and more organized than I expected.
Carlos bought some fish to cook this weekend. We tried several free samples and I bought some chocolates. Eliane bought us two shot glasses at a store that sold a wide variety of cachaças. One says, “Eu (heart) cachaça” and the other said, “Eu (heart) Curitiba.”
There was a place that sold palmito (hearts of palm), including long thick sticks of it, the size of which I’d never seen before – I didn’t know they could be that big. But thinking about it, it’s actually the inside of the palm trunk and there are several sizes of palms.
Eliane also bought some different kinds of bananas – including a few plantains and little bananas called banana ouro and banana maçã.
250,000 people filled the streets of downtown Chicago for the Women’s March on Jan. 21. But it wasn’t just women – lots of men and kids of all ages too! My husband, son and I and three friends came downtown by El and metro, met in a predetermined spot, then joined the throng.
The mood was upbeat and the experience made me hopeful. Although there was a rally with speakers, I never heard them nor even know who they were. In that mass of people, your universe is the crowd of people who immediately surround you, chanting and waving mostly handmade posters.
The most frequent chant that someone off to the left would start with the prompt, “Tell me what democracy looks like” and others would join in the refrain, which spread throughout our section, “This is what democracy looks like!”
Another chant was, “Hey hey! Ho ho! Donald Trump has got to go!” This is a common chant, substituting the name of whoever a group of people is protesting against. During the Chicago teachers’ strike, it was “Hey hey! Ho ho! Rahm Emanuel’s got to go!” In 2012, Rahm Emanuel was – and still is – the mayor of Chicago, who had an ongoing disagreement with the teachers’ union, siding with the board of education.
One of the most interesting things about a rally/march/demonstration is the signs that people create. There were many clever ones during the teachers’ strike, and the rally and march on Saturday had many creative, and some rather nasty, signs.
The march on Jan. 21 was mainly to address women’s issues, as a reminder to the new administration that women would fight for their rights and to put them on notice that those marching were in the majority. But everyone had their own agenda and the signs reflected this.
One that I really liked, although the person carrying it passed by too quickly for me to get a picture, had the word REVOLUTION written in black ink across the middle of the sign. The second, third, fourth and fifth letters were written on a diagonal to the rest of the word in red ink, spelling the word “love” backwards.
Here are more of the signs we saw around us.
While waiting for something to happen, we counted the helicopters overhead – there were five! Later the photos and videos taken from their vantage point were shown on the national news – quite impressive!!
In fact, for awhile, the Chicago march was the second largest in the country, after Washington DC. Eventually, though, we were surpassed by other larger cities: New York had 400,000; Los Angeles had around 700,000! Washington DC had about half a million.
Later, I found out my niece, her husband and their son were at the march too – somewhere! My 5-year-old grand-nephew, Ben, said he liked the idea of telling the president what we cared about!
After standing in one place for a long time, not knowing if we were going to march or not – first we heard there were so many people that the march had been called off, but then some people came through who said the march was still on – we finally were on the move. My hips and upper thighs ached as I began walking after standing in one spot for so long. We weren’t walking very fast, not in that crowd, but we were moving.
We crossed Michigan Avenue and marched down Jackson Street. A large crowd turned onto another street, at which point we broke away from the march.
We took these group photos when we were ready to stop for lunch. Although some of the marches around the country went on all day and into the night, Chicago’s started to peter out around 1 pm, at least that’s how it looked to us. Maybe because we were getting hungry!
At that point, we had to get home because Jayme had to go to work and Marcia and I were ushering at a concert later. We rode the El back toward O’Hare, hoping to avoid the crush of marchers heading home. However, every El car was jam packed! As we got closer to the suburbs, the subway cars gradually emptied out as groups of people got off.
The question now is, Where do we go from here? Was this just a single march to protest the inauguration of president we strongly disagree with and to highlight women’s issues? Years ago, Occupy Wall Street looked promising as a people’s movement, but it didn’t go anywhere in the end. Yet the momentum created last Saturday, with marches in every single state in the U.S. and many more across the world (including Antarctica!) seems bigger than this. If we are to accomplish anything, we need to keep the pressure on. After all, Trump lost the popular vote by 2.8 million. Also, we need to unite in order to mend the polarization that is threatening to tear our society apart. There is so much acrimony on both sides. It’s gotten way too mean. One of the most prevalent messages we heard and saw on Saturday was LOVE.
A few pictures from friends and family at other marches:
According to what we heard today (Monday), the organizers of the Saturday marches are planning another massive march on April 15 – tax day – to protest Trump’s not releasing his tax returns!
The next four years are going to be interesting, to say the least! And I’m expecting to log many miles in many more marches!
Leaving the Clube Curitibano property, we walked through a plaza of white and black mosaic tiles, lined with colorful colonial style buildings (some original, some newer) and down similarly paved streets, with few cars going through.
There weren’t many people on the streets either, probably partly because of the weather but mainly because it’s a holiday weekend. Tuesday is 15 de novembro, a national holiday, and many people take Monday off to make a 4-day weekend so they can go out of town.
A grey building with a tall cupola topped with a cross was the Presbyterian Church, built in 1934. Eliane’s grandparents and I think her parents too were married in that church, although the family is not religious and doesn’t attend regular services.
One of the plazas in this area, Largo da Ordem, has a large round flower clock in the center that really move around it tell the time. On one side of the plaza are original old buildings and on the other side are only old-style buildings – replicas of colonial buildings.
We saw another church, light blue with Portuguese tiles bordering the doorway, simply decorated inside.
On the far side of Largo da Ordem, on Doutor Claudino Street is the modern Memorial da Cidade, built in 1996 to resemble the typical araucária pine tree of Paraná. Inside this structure, lit by the open skylight roof, are expositions and shopping stands.
In a way it reminded me of the shopping exposition in Patio Batel mall – a large, round room containing many independent vendors and a musical group – well, actually it was only a DJ while we were there, but there is a tiny raised stage for musicians, front by large white letters ELIXIR.
KODAK Digital Still Camera
A winding metal stairway leads to temporary art exhibits – in this case, wood-carved busts and statues of famous people, a photography exhibit and modern art by an Afro-Curitiban artist.
Busts of famous people
At the end of the hall with the photography and modern art were two altar pieces from the Capela dos Fundadores and a ceiling mural.
We looked down on the shopping vendors on the ground circular floor from the open second floor; through the window behind us we could see a mural behind the German restaurant next door.
Rising upward from the lower level and reaching as high as the upper level was a large metal statue of a dragon-like creature made of wire.
Leaving Memorial da Cidade, we walked down Largo da Ordem, taking pictures of the colorful Portuguese colonial style buildings and balconies. We came to another church, Igreja da Ordem, dating from 1737, very simple in style both outside and in.
Although it didn’t say photography was forbidden, I didn’t take any pictures inside and told Dale not to because people were in the church praying in quiet solitude, and I doubted they would appreciate hearing the clicking of camera shutters.
Across from this church stands the city’s oldest building. We didn’t go inside, although it had some historical information on display – Eliane didn’t want to linger because she thought it might rain.
We eventually got to Praça Tiradentes, but didn’t stop to look at the statues of Brazilian heroes, and the Catedral Metropolitana.
The cathedral’s peach-colored façade is highlighted by an arched doorway striped in red and blue with a round stained glass window above it. We didn’t take pictures inside it, either, because a mass was going on. Although its altar was more elaborate than the other churches around there, it was also not as gold and grandiose as you find in churches in Bahia, remarked Eliane.
We walked by Rua das Flores but didn’t walk down it.
We entered another old building, the Paço da Liberdade, and went to a coffee shop-school (a training school for baristas), called Café do Paço, which was the subject of a previous post.
The building used to be the seat of the municipal government, but now it is preserved as a national, state, and local monument and currently houses a cultural center. In the coffee shop, we had elegantly prepared coffees and pastries. We took turns with the guys going up to the third floor to go to the bathrooms – and each floor had many steps, but we walked rather than take the elevator!