This was sitting on the corner of Lorena and Casa Branca when I delivered my daughter to school. I don’t know how long it had been there, and I meant to check if it had remained when I picked her up that afternoon (I forgot), but just the fact that it survived 5 minutes in a neighborhood where the homeless roam is a tribute to the seriousness of some of the more indigenous beliefs in Brazil.
I first saw an offering on the street back in January of this year (see “Who do Voodoo?”) That particular offering, after doing a little research, appeared a bit more menacing. Though I didn’t look it up, red roses and a bottle of rosé seems a bit more romantic, like maybe a love request for the Umbanda spirits.
Or… someone was on their way to a romantic rendezvous, set it down to answer their cell, got distracted and forgot it.
I guess we’ll never know.