Where else could we spend the Carnival but in Brazil?
We had decided against Rio De Janeiro, mostly
because we are so spoiled because the price of the rooms was way above our budget (paying $80 for a dorm bed sounded a bit silly), and that most of the parade takes place at the Sambodromo, which we had already been to in 2002. This time, we wanted to spend Carnival the way Brazilians do: partying on the streets.
We truly did not know what to expect the first night. We walked around Paraty and admired the lights everywhere — the city looked great at night.
And then, suddenly, at midnight, we heard the first drums. A bloco had gathered on Roberto Silveira, the main avenue. A trio-eléctrico (huge truck with speakers, a sound system and singers on top of it) was blasting cheery brazilian music and the drummers behind were setting up a rope-off area. The truck started moving, the drummers started playing and we all followed in the street of Paraty, dancing all night long to the sound of the samba of the Carnival.