Strolling the city

After luchtime, I walked to the Musum of Art and Crafts, more an historical museum, it seemed. It’s situated on both sides of the train station, linked by a tunnel. Some bigger pieces were placed on one of the platforms. In the exebition mainly pieces from the early colonial era, some with indiginous arts. In Europe, people would probably see it as honering colonialism. Hier, it is the foundation of the country, which now exists. The beginning of the identity, they have all toegether, now in this country. At least, this is, how people I have spoken, talked about their heritage. Acknoledging, which trauma it has caused AND which cultures it had brought to the country. Celebrating the mixture of it. Tried to get my head around it. 

Some of the items, I recognised (historically or also from back home), with others I had no clue. Also the English translation of the description didn’t help: the essential terms weren’t translated. Some historic tools are still in use, I have seen. A special round of time traveling. Another part of the museum was dedicated to sustainability and which goals Brazil had set on it, what innovations they had put in place, partly interactive with focus on children.
Glad, I came here. 

The guidebook said: Savassi (a neighbourhood in BH) souldn’t be missed. Thus, still in my walking shoes, I climbed the hill, again, looking for the surprise. To make it simple, I had choosen a straight street, seemed logical. Untill I realised: I was almost alone at this street. Not quite advisable, in the less touristic areas. Anyway. Reached my goal without any disruption. There I choose a nice little restaurant, with some musicians across the street. Still, didn’t catch the hype. The better part: ordered my food in my best Portugees. And got what I had ordered. Sometimes, it works. Enjoyed the public in the street. An Uber brought me back to my hotel. Homework.