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The law in Sao Paulo says that smoking is illegal. Tonight, at a “trash party,” I saw a whole lot of people giving the law a big, fat middle finger.
Normally, I might be a little disturbed, because smoking upsets my allergies, but not tonight. Things have been going very smoothly since  I got into town and I am experiencing life something like a local might. I even had a dream in Portuguese this afternoon during a succession of naps. It’s late as hell and I want to write more, but as things went, today was pretty tame. Could I call this wretchedly ugly city home one day? The jury is still out.