Day 2 and rain nearly stops play. It rains all night over the 2nd to 3rd - thunderstorms and the morning is grey and wet. At around 4pm the skies let a weak pale sun shine down on the streets leaving patchy puddles.
I somehow miss the "Simpatia é quase amor" and wander into "Que m... é essa?" a less known smaller bloco with a theme: Hugo Chavez - ¿Por qué no te callas?