St. George And The Half-Naked Brazilian Male Dancers

It looks like I won’t be sharing a video or a collection of photos of the half-naked Brazilian male dancers. At least not this year. I never did see them again (after I posted this… click here).

Fortunately, however, sand-sculptor extraordinaire Paul Blane (click for his website) lives not far from where they performed all the time and he took a photo just for me, which I have enhanced a bit to give you a better look.

But first, here’s Paul’s latest sand sculpture. He wasn’t there when I snapped these photos, but it’s a safe bet that’s Saint George (the one who slew the dragon). (Click here for the poem by Alfred Noyes.) Paul Blane’s dragon still ‘gets lit’ regularly (there’s a votive candle in its mouth*).

*Oops! I stand corrected. The fire-breather is not nearly so tame. Per Paul: “I’ve buried a tube in the sand which connects to an aerosol where I sit and so it blows a stream of fire on demand.”

Click the images to enlarge Paul’s work. 


The Half-Naked Brazilian Male Dancers are already as big as they’re going to get.

…BUT ST GEORGE HE WAS AN ENGLISHMAN
AND DID NOT LIKE APPLAUSE.

“THE CREECHA WEIGHED A TON AT MOST,”
HE MUTTERED THROUGH HIS VIZAHD,
“I DO NOT FEEL INCLINED TO BOAST
ABOUT THAT PUNY LIZAHD.”

THANKS GO TO PAUL…
AND THE HALF-NAKED BRAZILIAN MALE DANCERS.

Maybe they’ll be back someday soon and return I will to old Brazil…

MEANWHILE, I’LL SIT BENEATH AN AMBER MOON.

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

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