On one of my first days in Barra de São Francisco, I was in my hotel room when I heard a noise outside. Rhythmic and repetitive, it sounded like someone playing a hybrid of a triangle and a hollow-toned Eastern percussion instrument.
I stuck my head out the window and looked around. The noise’s source was hidden at first. But as the sound got louder, its maker came into view: a young guy with a wide, flat box balanced atop his head.
The box stayed level as he walked down the street. He produced the noise I’d heard by hitting what looked … Continue Reading