Almost all the day the sky was a grey duvet promising rain. But nobody gave up hope and the parade went ahead, all the colours brighter against the colourless clouds.
We were rewarded with the sequined sun, a real carnival queen, raising a cheer from the crowds. A brief blessing but enough.
And now on the way home, still feeling the beat of samba in my heels, the sky is swept clean again, all except a feather flush of grey, a carnival cloud dancer, leaping, leading the night parade.
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