Most times living in Rio, I feel like I'm in a state of vigilance and alertness peppered with short stints of disbelief. The best way to take it down a notch is to head for the mountains. It's fresher, the air is clean and birds are everywhere. We spent five days in Tiradentes, a historic town in the state of Minas Gerais named after the famed dentist/military man/mining tycon, Joaquim Jose da Silva Xavier. You know in the 1700's it was okay to have more than one profession, but I guess Mr. Xavier was a hell of a dentist because that's the one title that stuck, though, in Portuguese and in French, Tiradentes literally translate to "pulls teeth". Ouch!
On Easter morning, my sister-in-law got up before the tourists and headed up to the Matriz de San Antonio Church to see the procession and I took these photos.
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| Most historic towns in Brazil have roads which were built by slaves with big slabs of rock- completely stroller-unfriendly. |
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| On Easter morning, people decorate their windows for the procession. | | |
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