We enter a miniature Amazon forest along the banks of the river Paraïba.
Walking into this little rainforest we see palm trees and bromelias and a lot of other trees I don’t know the name of.
We admire the view of the river. Just pretend you are at the banks of the Amazon river …. Red flowers bloom high up in the trees, but luckily no crocodiles or snakes; just mosquitoes.
The water in the river is red-brown because of the rain. It will be raining again soon. The clouds hang low against the mountains.
The ponds in the bosque are a “dark muddy green”. Everything is a bit moist and slippery.
The little walls are rustic, like the bandstand in the middle of the trees. Children run around.
The shed is a cement tree stump. They almost fooled me… I like the reserve chair on the top.
Going back to the car, the man with the broom is standing near the cement tree, looking out into the street….. good view of the broom.
The entrance gate has a nice little corner with a tableau of azulejos “Portuguese style”. It must be the artists view of the ideal “bosque”.
It makes me think of the many small parks in Cuba . The “Parques Cespedes”. So here in Brazil we have “Bosques”; da Princesa, do Papa… I am curious about my next bosque…….
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