What I often love about São Paulo are the oddities that surround me…
A mime crossing guard.
Was someone trying to get in the door, or out?
It’s a mouse.
All of these plaques and flowers are a thank you to the person buried inside for helping them achieve a number of things in their life since the person’s death.
Who is in there? It’s not Jesus. It’s not Gandhi. It’s not Mother Theresa. It’s a woman named Maria Judith de Barros who, according to my internet research, was a woman who endured beatings from her alcoholic husband and died of a degenerative disease. For some reason, people think she can make miracles from the grave.
If anyone out there knows more about it – please share. I’m very curious.