Belem Park

After getting some food for the evening, I headed back to the park.

The two girls were not sitting under the tree anymore. Below, the flag of the Belem soccer club..

Then I saw these girls walking in front of me and just had to see what was up. The photographer, who appeared, had a heck of a time getting them all to look at his camera.

And a peek behind the scene.

And then there was this cutie who was part of another model shoot. She saw me, smiled, I waved, and she posed ever so sweetly.

Then, as I like to do, I started to walk a widening circle around my location and the park. Going down this street where an old lady worried about me walking behind her, I heard old fashioned rock music and found the meeting place of the Belem Moto Club. A great bunch of guys who invited me in, pressed a beer in my hand, and chatted with me.

To judge from the bikes, they were well to do. The one on the right, a criminal investigator (detective), who also has worked with the FBI, visited the US twice already. If I remember correctly, once he and his wife rented a Harley and rode Route 66.

They wrapped it up as the sun was setting and I was hungry and headed for the hotel. You got to get out there and the unexpected happens. Not bad for a few hours in Belem.