São Paulo has a soul—a heart too, I feel it beating.
This megapolis that stretches as far as the eye can see and probably beyond isn’t an overwhelming sea of buildings. Paulistas, those who call São Paulo home, make it lively, fun, interesting.
The guy who was standing at the counter of a lanchonete on Avenida Paulista, drinking café, absentmindedly moving his feet to the sound of the music playing on the radio.
The two girls kissing in front of the Museum of Art.
The couples I saw walking around the city during the holiday break, all clearly in love, relaxed, enjoying the moment.
The customers in line at the supermarket who all started to chat together for absolutely no reason other than the fact no one had anything else better to do.
The many people who gave me tips, advice, a smile and were genuinely nice—an attitude you tend to see in small towns but less often in big cities.
São Paulo is the kind of place where you can spend an entire day walking around observing the many lives being lived in the city. You won’t be bored, trust me. Paulistas seemed to have mastered the art of proudly showing their individuality while coexisting peacefully with 12 million of people who may not think like them.
Shockingly, after a homophobic leader is elected, the millions of gays don’t suddenly turn straight as if they had seen the light and somehow “agreed” to stop being attracted by the same sex. I loved that many same-sex couples can live their life in São Paulo without dirty looks from boringly straight folks.
This is what I saw in São Paulo—people busy being creative, productive, not racing but going somewhere.