The little colonial town of Paraty is almost too quaint to handle. It’s cobbled streets and mountainous backdrops are a film set waiting to happen.
Our terrace overlooked some italianesque terracotta roofs and the local church which had daily rehearsals in preparation for an up and coming festival. I will really miss sipping coffee and reading my book here in the mornings.
Blue, white and yellow is a definite theme in Paraty. I wonder if it’s because of the nautical influence or perhaps it’s just a coincidence.
The higgledy-piggledy alleys and streets are lined with shabby chic seventeenth and eighteenth century buildings which are gorgeous but what I really love is the contrast between colonial architecture and unmanicured jungle.
Apologies for the excessive number of doors in this blog post. I just can’t resist a good door and I am particularly partial to a bit of colour coordination. I love that some of the locals have matched their paint to the flora growing on their front porch.
There wasn’t one doorway I peered through that wasn’t decorated to antique filled perfection. This was one of my favourites.
A huge part of the Paraty experience is taking the time to enjoy coffee and cake on the cobbles … Or you could opt for a triple chocolate flake mocha with brandy like me. Now that’s indulgence.
Four days left …