This January I returned to Brazil to fully immerse myself in the beach life in the state of Rio de Janeiro. I had another two weeks in the city (I was there in November) before beginning my journey south. My general direction would take me back to the farm in Catuçaba; my little slice of cheese paradise.
Paraty was my first stop, a five hour bus ride along the coast from the city.
I didn’t see much beyond the quaint historical centre because not long after my arrival I got food poisoning, kind of a given when you’re travelling eh?
Enjoy looking at these picturesque cobbled streets. Somewhat impractical for walking (Lonely Planet called them ‘ankle twisting’) they are still worth a peruse as surrounding buildings are charming.
Every day the paths flood when the tide comes in and makeshift bridges are put up to help people get around. When the streets are not flooded, dozens of crabs nip in and out of holes between the stones. It was very endearing.