After the beach, Eugene and some of his band members went back to their beach-front hotel for a shower and a nap. We made plans to meet up after dinner at Mio’s house in Copacabana for a dinner and informal rehearsal for their upcoming show together at the Fundação Progresso in Lapa.
The show would be Gogol’s first public appearence with a band of local Brazilian Gypsy musicians, and we were all looking forward to the happy occasion.
After my friends left, I stayed on the beach and waded out into the sparkling waves under a hot and cloudy sky, thanking God for another day clean and sober in my beloved city of dreams — Rio de Janeiro. Bendito Rio, city of Orfeu Negro, city of clouds and music and barefooted dreamers, city of Gypsies and landlocked pirates and wailing bohemian poets, city of Cigano and Narcisa, city of love and terror, city of God.
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