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Morning rides in Paraty
A morning stroll through the streets of the historic center of Paraty, Brazil. May 2026.
From the balcony, you can feel the first breezes of the morning, and even though it’s autumn, the warmth is slowly starting to set in as the sun’s rays begin to shine.
Warm and cool tones play with the perpendicular shadows of the hot morning.
The entire corner and the large house form an obtuse, endless angle of cobblestones and distance.
Little by little, the shops are beginning to open their doors to the first curious visitors wandering through town in search of crafts and adventure.
Breakfast, with Brazilian coffee, to build up energy for the day’s adventures. The bees aren’t waiting their turn; they’re very persistent and dare to take little sips.
The lush vegetation dominates the landscape in the distance, its omnipresence evoking the feeling of an embrace. The streets begin to echo with the footsteps of visitors seeking shade from the relentless sun.
From my coffee table, I watch the birds flying and circling, and a patch of sky peeks out above the rooftops of the old houses.
Old roofs can’t withstand the harsh effects of moisture and sunlight. Suddenly, I’m surprised by the greeting from the person who is already taking care of maintaining the health of these old roofs.
Some streets near the coast are often flooded at dawn. But this time, there wasn’t much water, and only a few puddles remained, waiting to evaporate as noon approached.
Hidden corners and narrow streets, seemingly kept secret, begin to appear along the way.
Moisture takes its toll on the old mud-brick walls, and up close, amid the moss, a miniature wooded landscape comes into view.
It’s almost noon, and it’s already time to seek shelter from the sun. The hat’s colors and textures blend with the spirit of the jungle, while its owner heads toward an unknown destination.
Although the shadows suggest it’s late afternoon, it’s still close to midday in Paraty this autumn, with its timeless palette of colors and blinding light.
