YES! That's it! I lived in room 703 and every morning I ate breakfast on my deck...gazing out at the ocean. The fisherman would pull up onto the beach and often sold their catch of the day to the Regenté. There was a tunnel under that roadway from the hotel to the beach...and in my day...it was very safe to use. There was no hotel next to the Regenté when I was there. There was a delightful side street that, also, led up to the favelas...but had a few delightful little businesses along it....and the area was safe. There was a charming little guy who made fresh fruit purés on the corner that I just loved. And...a shoe store on the next corner. The traffic in front of the hotel simply fascinated me. LOL Having lived in Boston, New York, Chicago and San Francisco...I thought I'd seen the world's craziest cab drivers. LOL Nothing topped the cabbies in Rio...but their accident laws far surpassed ours. If you caused an accident in Rio...you were legally required to stay with the injured until you were legally released. In all the time I was there...I never saw an accident. Boy! Has Rio grown since I was there. Did the natives still light candles at night on the street corners and beach when you were there? The presence of Macumba was still quite obvious when I was there. Somehow...I doubt it still is. Most of what I saw was dedicated to white magic and as one might imagine...very symbolic. You mention the hotel bar and all I can remember is the staff who laughed at me because I drink my coffee black. They just couldn't accept that and tried, unsuccessfully, to serve it with hot milk. LOL There was a soft drink...the name of which escapes me at the moment...that I was very fond of. I've never been able to find it state side...but I brought the powder home with me when I returned to California. Sadly...it never tasted the same. Guatinah? I know the spelling's not right...but phonetically...that's its name. Obrigado, Bob. Your photos are such a treat! Anne

My Chickie Girls are getting too creative! I know to check the free standing hay feeder but this is what I found today. So far there have been no broken eggs even though the horses have access to everything. You have to give them credit; they put the hay in there and made their own nest. There's a wall feeder right next to this bucket so they didn't have to go far for the hay. I know to check the wall feeders for eggs and now I have to check the buckets! If I would have wanted her to use this as a nest you can bet she wouldn't have. I don't know how many girls are using this bucket. This is probably 2 days worth. It's been cool enough here that I will use these eggs myself. In fact, ate one already.

Janey's picture looks like a sculpture of a fish eating a snake. It reminds me of this snake sculpture in a park outside the Zoo in Rio de Janeiro. I didn't have time to go around the pond to get a better picture, since we had to catch the subway back to the hotel, to catch a cab to the airport. Even though our flight was scheduled to board at 8:30P.M. and it was not quite 4:00 P.M. we were already cutting it close.

We are loving the squirrel photos. We have gray squirrels. The problem is they are living in our attic and we've had to have an Exterminator come and close off areas where they are getting in and set up catch them alive traps. I don't want them killed, just out of our attic. So far we've got 5 squirrels out.