The Journey: Salvador, Bahia July 8 - July 11
July               8 I'm determined to keep this journal daily so though it's               late, after a delightfully exhausting six hours with the best contact               I've made in three months, I'll scribble a few lines.
Prayerful               as I was last night, today started at 9 a.m. at Henriques' office.               9.10: “There is a problem.” - “Urgently called               to accompany the director to a distant town to discuss plans for               centenary etc.” - “Please come to Sally's office and               we will find somebody.” Temper rising but nothing I can do               about it!! Patience. Sally makes phone call to "Antonietta" at the               Archives. She can meet me at the Cathedral at 4.30. (Today, all               Bahia life grinds to a halt because of Brazil vs. Spain soccer game.)
 
Kill               time noon to 4.30 including bumping into exuberant Germans who were               in taxi with me Tuesday a.m. They've “seen it all” -                three hour tour and night of folklore and are leaving for Rio at               2.30! At 4.30 find   Antonietta (de Aguiar Nunes) waiting in the doorway of the Cathedral.               Go through my routine "introduction" again but this time find a               perfect gem. A history professor mastering in social work, Antonietta                “knows it all,” genuinely. 
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| Cathedral at Salvador, Bahia | 
Plunge               into a three conversation, then to dinner at Pelourinho Square (restored               by UNESCO) at "hotel school" that offers forty kinds of Bahia cuisine               = African modified by spices of East (as per fleets from India.)               Tomorrow we're to meet at nine to continue the “researches.”                The Good Lord be praised! Despite the Henry hitch, all augers well               for the Brazilian adventure.
 
July               9 — A brilliant day! Won't attempt to repeat what's               in my working notebooks. (Besides my journal,               I filled a pile of notebooks as I went along.) Antonietta's contacts are stupendous, her enthusiasm unlimited.               Now to bed, for I'm exhausted but in these early days of the journal,               determined to make some entry, no matter how insignificant.
 
July               10-11 — Missed two nights' entries. Not through “sloth”                but time! July 10 occupied with “re-creation” of 18th               century Bahia. How the Portuguese must've loved this city! With               its narrow, hilly cobbled streets, it is strong reminiscent of Lisbon               and Coimbra. Most impressive is the Pelourinho - Pillory Square                - with the old townhouses of the wealthy. The Pillory was moved               here at the request of the Jesuits - it had previously been near               the Cathedral - the lash and the bell/choir aren't compatible.
 
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| Salvador, Bahia, Brasil | 
I               am slowly conditioning myself to life as lived here. On Thursday               evening Professor Antonietta and I are invited to plantation 70               kilometers north with loan of car. On Friday evening the invite               falls through. "A's" sister has arrived. "A" needs car and so on.               Change plans. I wander streets by myself.
 
Among               many sights is a carpenter's shop. Men at lunch round table surrounded               by wood shavings, playing dominoes etc. One-eyed carpenter. Easily               18th century! 
 
In               evening we go to sound and light show at 17/18th century seafront               fazenda that includes tobacco warehouse/slave quarters. Can't follow               libretto and am somewhat irritated by excessive use of colored lights               but get the ambiance.
 
Nothing               impresses so much as the voices of the prayerful from the small               chapel rising alongside crack of a whip wielded against the slaves.               Can see why the Jesuits asked that this scourge be moved from their               holy place.
 
Earlier               in the day visited convent with foundling wheel — larger than               I expected — Some said it was an excuse for the nun's own               progeny. Convent built by a wealthy man with five daughters. All               the girls consigned to the building for life. Nice pater!


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