. The Brazilians and their country . place moves uponones spirit like the unreality of dreams. It has beencalled by some one the home of dreams. It hauntsones memory, like the sound of a Japanese temple is a witchery of beauty about Guanabara Baywhich is one of the most baffling things one can try toanalyse. It amounts almost to personality. A greattraveller said to me in advising regarding South Amer-ica: Go to Rio last; remain only a short time at firstfor ones power of receptivity of physical charm is lim-ited; then after a while return and try to thinkthrough it. I followed my f
. The Brazilians and their country . place moves uponones spirit like the unreality of dreams. It has beencalled by some one the home of dreams. It hauntsones memory, like the sound of a Japanese temple is a witchery of beauty about Guanabara Baywhich is one of the most baffling things one can try toanalyse. It amounts almost to personality. A greattraveller said to me in advising regarding South Amer-ica: Go to Rio last; remain only a short time at firstfor ones power of receptivity of physical charm is lim-ited; then after a while return and try to thinkthrough it. I followed my friends advice, and now as I write, theBrazilian Lloyd steamer is moving slowly out of the our left is ancient Nictheroy (Hidden Water, theold Tamoyo Indians called it), and I see the tiny curveof Icarahy beach, all white with surf, and rising abruptlyabove it the ridge of mango-covered hills that screen itfrom the open sea. I can just make out with my glassesa small vari-coloured house, very Brazilian-looking as inTTA • ^CH. ^TLI
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