Geada com sombras de árvores

I'm not sure I've ever before agreed to meet someone for coffee at 9am. And I certainly didn't expect that we'd be sitting outdoors squinting into the bright sun. But so, on the warmest February day on record, we were, almost opposite this playing field where the tree shadows had delayed the melting of the frost.

It was my first visit to a Brazilian cafe near where I live. It's a loud and exuberant place to pass whenever the Brazil football team is on TV playing anyone and I've been wanting to try the coffee for ages. It was good. I'll go back when I've re-learnt how to ask for my coffee in Portuguese. Shame on me. I could do that 15 months ago.