On a good day

Late afternoon I´m once again sitting on the terrace belonging to Santa Crus, the café overlooking Praça 8 de Maio. The air is warm and people from different parts of the world is sitting around me under the canvas roof, providing shade from the strong sun, talking and having coffe or a beer. On the plaza below us, a group of musican are setting up and start to play, bagpipes and drums and peolpe gather around them, an old man clapping his hands and dances along to the music. A flock of pigeons take of and fly across the stone plaze, settling in above the entrance to the curch. I take a sip of my icecold fresh orange juice and I go back to reading my book, and I find myself thinking - "This is exactly how I wanted to spend my vaccation".