Copacabana, Rio de Janeiro: 26oC, hot, sunny, clear blue sky.
When I was married, I would say that Sunday was my favourite day and that Sunday morning, nobody knew my name. It wasn’t Dad, it wasn’t Richard, nobody knew it, I didn’t answer to any name.
I was free to do whatever I wanted: read a newspaper or a book, at that time, watch Formula One, or work on the computer; I was free to do my things until about lunchtime. Since that time, I have tried to continue with that tradition. Sunday morning is reserved for me to do whatever I want; it is sacred, usually going wherever or doing whatever I want.
So, I left early while everyone was sleeping. I exercised at the park and then walked to Urca, the opposite side of Botafogo Bay. It is just a forty-minute walk from Aterro to Urca; Praia Vermelha, with the iconic Sugar Loaf Mountain, is there. I prefer to go into the heart of Urca by turning left before arriving at Praia Vermelha.
Urca is an extraordinary place, a quaint, little, out-of-the-way neighbourhood in Rio that has been very little touched by time. It is tiny compared to other places in Rio; geographically small, with few of everything: few restaurants, bars, mini-supermarkets, one bank, one dry cleaner, etc., which is why the cost of living is so high in Urca—very little competition.
One well-known bar in Urca is Bar Urca, which is at the farthest point of Urca, next to the entrance of the army barracks. Positioned on the corner of two streets and in a semi-circular shape, it faces the Mureta, A half-height wall that runs around a part of Urca in front of the Bay.
To say that the view from the Mureta looking out over the Bay and to Flamengo on the other side is beautiful is not an exaggeration nor an understatement; at any time of the day or night, the vista is sublimely beautiful. Rio is also sublimely diverse in its beauty. As an amateur photographer, there are thousands of stunning views and shots to be taken in Rio anywhere and at any time.
Bar Urca is a special place where people go to buy a beer, a caipirinha and some Brazilian bar food and snacks, cross the street that separates the bar from the wall and sit on the Mureta-wall eating and drinking with friends whilst admiring the view and the movement in the Bay.
To also say that Bar Urca is full at the weekend is another understatement; it is usually heaving on both Saturdays and Sundays, especially during the day.
As the view, the landscape is so involving, it is more of a day bar than night. This is very common in Rio; due to its good weather and natural beleza, many bars are for day use rather than night. The only downside of Bar Urca is that it is comparatively more expensive than similar botequims, and what you are really getting for your money is basically beer and simple bar food with a privileged vista.
In the past, I would go to Bar Urca at least twice a month. Nowadays, I prefer to go to Urca Grill, another bar at the other end of the same street at the beginning of Urca, as you turn into the central part of Urca, the little town itself.
You can do the same as Bar Urca, buying beer and food, crossing the street and sitting on the Mureta eating and drinking, the only difference being is that it is nearer the yacht club so you can see and admire more the boats, and it substantially cheaper than Bar Urca. As it is difficult to make money in Brazil, every Real counts, so going to a more affordable bar is better.
I arrived in Urca, more specifically Urca Grill, at the beginning of Urca at about half past ten. Instead of getting a glass of wine, like I usually do, and because of being early, I got a coffee and a snack, crossed the street and sat on the Mureta, taking in the view and where I was, feeling happy at that moment and of the sublime day.
I stayed there for almost an hour; afterwards, I walked deeper into Urca to see if there were any new and interesting boats in the Bay. Unfortunately, there wasn’t anything especially new or interesting, so I began my return home. I arrived back at about midday.
I had a shower and a change of clothes, and for the rest of the day, I was to chill out and plan the coming week. It was a simple but pleasant day and weekend. We all had lunch together; Nalva cooked very well, I washed the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen afterwards, and my name is still Dirt with my daughter.
In bed by 10.00 pm.
Thank you.
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Richard
