Going, going...

... and soon to be gone. One by one, the houses in Botafogo are disappearing, to make way for ugly blocks like the ones behind this poor little house. Windows hanging ajar, the bougainvilleas in front untrimmed and overgrown, the gate boarded up and covered with graffiti. Those that survive, for now, are mostly used by small schools, cafés of other businesses. The one next door to this was still looking trim and bright - and houses a school.

HH much the same today - able to talk a little better, but still not taking the Parkinsons drugs, so no chance of his being able to sign any of the papers lined up for him.