November 14, 2016
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.