Geetar boy

No inspiration today, so chose the presents a dear friend in Brazil gave me before I left to remind us of good times. The guitar boy was specially for HH, who was already in the UK (in hospital, at that). I don't recall the names for the bowl and basket, or the special dish from Belém, in northeast Brazil, that's served in them, but they came in my hand baggage and were the first things to grace our bookcase.