Almost every Saturday afternoon going in the marketplace of Vasco da Gama. In just one block against fruits, vegetables, cheeses, fresh pasta, spices, candy, flowers and the great banking center where is the credit card. One passes the card, credit value and give a lot of notinhas one, two, five, ten dollars to pay the vendors.
It's kind imobiilário database, one set of children. It is no small thing. Depending on the day has fresh cherries, guavas, bergamot Montenegrin and other fruits and vegetables of the season. The prices are good, as befits an old gut-goi who lived sixteen years in Bonfa and is always happy buying health, joy, beauty, flavors and other things for reasonable values.
Every now and then still paints a chat Fair, with some young lady in full expiration date, any known or unknown, or even with old friends and friends of the patrician Israeli community. Inocentíssimas conversations, of course, I am a gentleman afamiliado, happily married and such. It's a little rainy Saturday but still sometimes the vendors are there. Just to give up a lot of rain. Always arrive just before two o'clock, parked trucks, buses and vans, and go riding ligeirinho their stalls. The Fair is small but has until guava paste, pastries, churros and ginger ale for those who have not had lunch. Fair is not pastel as Inter win almost always the Gre-nal without the presence of the Guild. No way, right?
After the Fair is nothing like a cup of coffee in Coffee. In Fair Vasco, who just will not have died, those who can not walk or who is thinking and feeling too thin or too rich, or both and just want to know about super. Fair comes to you too, come to the fair that's okay. If you repent, I'll pay your tomatoes and lettuce. If you like, there is a spaghetti with tomato sauce, fragrant with basil and smart one and invites me. Okay, I take the wine!
