tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85884814061785133452024-03-19T08:51:57.803-03:00SAUDADES DO RIOSaudades do Riohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16099186743746313132noreply@blogger.comBlogger2252125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588481406178513345.post-28785216954777944722024-03-19T07:00:00.001-03:002024-03-19T07:00:00.154-03:00LOJAS (2) <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj56kCLiCv3sBIxh0Oa8LCpF_Gn1LH8YKjy1yGlwp6E3_kM2xjzVB_Q7UciLNbgwLZiDvqfAN40yOzjVXuLG2hsbZZLtOnyHg_1aECOUpsGHhjJxt5NMVCmXonT6myBDYSEwGYXjtcH9f2LuzFOdRcxUkkR05QH0nI65ui9WAwGYR4gNRAS-lep8ggSd2GM/s2836/9555%20Ponto%20Frio-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2100" data-original-width="2836" height="359" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj56kCLiCv3sBIxh0Oa8LCpF_Gn1LH8YKjy1yGlwp6E3_kM2xjzVB_Q7UciLNbgwLZiDvqfAN40yOzjVXuLG2hsbZZLtOnyHg_1aECOUpsGHhjJxt5NMVCmXonT6myBDYSEwGYXjtcH9f2LuzFOdRcxUkkR05QH0nI65ui9WAwGYR4gNRAS-lep8ggSd2GM/w485-h359/9555%20Ponto%20Frio-1.jpg" width="485" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Inauguração da loja do Ponto Frio em Vicente de Carvalho, em 15/10/1971. Cortou a fita inaugural a Sra. Maria Carvalho, diretora da Fundação Ponto Frio.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBGdlwWHUdcmodDFe67_EzwVtkCeU8FR208xWiS1h0YpoS5CS86JFQuNHPJCAJ2lemb5gVzF1_qmZ2179mhu_-cdHCgoRtnZ1hUnYSaMX4Y-0rGWEAUVN3mPNIVV8XgbLFy3jJswSC6eP1f2Jc1DC2tFmov7ADndgIw5CY_Tvv2QI25um1_2AmeTTkdNMj/s1970/4469%20Uruguaiana%20700001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1655" data-original-width="1970" height="417" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBGdlwWHUdcmodDFe67_EzwVtkCeU8FR208xWiS1h0YpoS5CS86JFQuNHPJCAJ2lemb5gVzF1_qmZ2179mhu_-cdHCgoRtnZ1hUnYSaMX4Y-0rGWEAUVN3mPNIVV8XgbLFy3jJswSC6eP1f2Jc1DC2tFmov7ADndgIw5CY_Tvv2QI25um1_2AmeTTkdNMj/w496-h417/4469%20Uruguaiana%20700001.jpg" width="496" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Vemos a Rua Uruguaiana em frente à loja do Ponto Frio. Esta empresa aí se instalou em 1946 e vendia somente geladeiras importadas dos Estados Unidos já que não eram fabricadas por aqui. O nome da loja foi dado pelo abrasileiramento de uma das marcas americanas nela vendidas, a Coldpoint. Na calçada vemos a moda dos anos 70, quando já não se ia tanto de terno para o centro da cidade mas as pessoas ainda se vestiam com mais compostura. </b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>No tráfego engarrafado do centro da cidade, vemos um TL, um DKW, um Dodge Dart e inúmeros fuscas, alguns servindo como táxis, tal como o DKW. Acho que esta geração de táxis foi a que sucedeu à velha frota de importados, na cor preta, que dominaram o Rio até a década de 60. </b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFB8YZo-BElSAcM26J74L7utAEhW_pmrMaaOiAgFbpJXE4_QvhTuSfAYoPyIg6qPPLkyFEfv43q-9sQCx6qD-z2PeVFvNFNNvejdA3pmo-Co422vZ6QS_VEGNL32hyc6_B95Agz7N6VWC0fqIbUrgo3k-KSdh_ljQSQMxnpIz68uBX4oTi-Sd8joP9Poc7/s2837/9556%20Otica%20Foto%20Rio-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2837" data-original-width="2075" height="574" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFB8YZo-BElSAcM26J74L7utAEhW_pmrMaaOiAgFbpJXE4_QvhTuSfAYoPyIg6qPPLkyFEfv43q-9sQCx6qD-z2PeVFvNFNNvejdA3pmo-Co422vZ6QS_VEGNL32hyc6_B95Agz7N6VWC0fqIbUrgo3k-KSdh_ljQSQMxnpIz68uBX4oTi-Sd8joP9Poc7/w420-h574/9556%20Otica%20Foto%20Rio-1.jpg" width="420" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: 700;">Em 24/11/1971 era inaugurada a "Ótica Foto Rio", em Ipanema, na Rua Visconde de Pirajá nº 86, lojas 1 e 2. Lá se encontravam fitas cassettes gravadas ou virgens, aparelhagem para laboratório fotográfico, etc. Contate a Franca, que lhe mostrará todas as opções.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOwWgmVVT5rUk5MjmYGHyTaHnpbEv7nBgP5GHH7DZO-TJ55tetCpbDfao2GyBk0UZ4vMFw0-DiyUJzzhHz8ocstD7wVn1y3UbwTnrXaYY3vs1Os6wPMM4DPyYgdlRJhZFLqSxEtXuwOu8l07mQOZp9K7mHCajHUsmohTrDGY2BbWrbSya-lECTCfED5jkm/s2836/9557%20Rest%20Hansa-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2100" data-original-width="2836" height="391" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOwWgmVVT5rUk5MjmYGHyTaHnpbEv7nBgP5GHH7DZO-TJ55tetCpbDfao2GyBk0UZ4vMFw0-DiyUJzzhHz8ocstD7wVn1y3UbwTnrXaYY3vs1Os6wPMM4DPyYgdlRJhZFLqSxEtXuwOu8l07mQOZp9K7mHCajHUsmohTrDGY2BbWrbSya-lECTCfED5jkm/w527-h391/9557%20Rest%20Hansa-1.jpg" width="527" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-weight: 700;">A "Casa das Bancas", na Rua da Carioca nº 55, era uma loja de artigos de couro, como malas, pastas e maletas 007 (lembram delas?).</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: 700;">Vemos também o Restaurante Hansa no nº 53. Ali, em 1969, houve um grande incêndio.</span></div></span><p></p>Saudades do Riohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16099186743746313132noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588481406178513345.post-21894496057787130522024-03-18T07:00:00.001-03:002024-03-18T07:00:00.141-03:00LOJAS (1)<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0fZAGCbWPZsPgCX8c5hNd5ZBnDFPJAnu0lQVB_SdNGopJYZLZoJnovqyzi6fpoIK0ICLTBGvvgiRJaJySZg6Ph_ioF3sO-qPEUHXKTkDRfqrJpx76ZFbJxgre6CubbbxVaAebkzHEQP30PWH-9QGGCsWt_ewy8nsrDUmh2knNsLFKSmDRo9VOYAqAOML4/s2331/896%20Boutique%20Ipanema%20-%20Copia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1441" data-original-width="2331" height="418" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0fZAGCbWPZsPgCX8c5hNd5ZBnDFPJAnu0lQVB_SdNGopJYZLZoJnovqyzi6fpoIK0ICLTBGvvgiRJaJySZg6Ph_ioF3sO-qPEUHXKTkDRfqrJpx76ZFbJxgre6CubbbxVaAebkzHEQP30PWH-9QGGCsWt_ewy8nsrDUmh2knNsLFKSmDRo9VOYAqAOML4/w677-h418/896%20Boutique%20Ipanema%20-%20Copia.jpg" width="677" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Até 1961 não havia butiques em Ipanema. A partir daí, com a Mariazinha, no Bar 20, Ipanema ditou a moda no Brasil todo. Depois vieram a Bibba, a Aniki Bobó, a Fragil, a Blu-Blu, a Company. A moda de Ipanema era feita à imagem de sua população: uma gente jovem, bonita, bronzeada, esportiva, aberta para o novo e com dinheiro para gastar. </span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Na virada dos anos 70, Ipanema atraiu muitas butiques de Copacabana e Leblon, como a Richard´s. Outras que fizeram época: Boutique 12, Voom-Voom, Le Truc, Obvious, Point Rouge, Flash, Flash-Back.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Nos anos 70, entre outras tínhamos Aniki Bobó na´Francisco Otaviano 67 loja L, a Blu-Blu na Montenegro 111, Ad Libitum, Na Visconde de Pirajá 86, Godspell na Maria Quitéria 85-D, O Fruto Proibido na Visconde de Pirajá 86, a Di Roma na Montenegro 49, a Pirá-Tan-Tam na Visconde de Pirajá 444, a Sorry também na Visconde de Pirajá 444, a Thame na Visconde de Pirajá 86, onde também havia a Jumping Jack Flash e a Uaz, a Via Veneto na Visconde 111, a Zau na Visconde 611, a Echistenio na Visconde 156, a Inhapim no 188. </span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">A Mariazinha ficava ao lado do Cinema Astória e foi criada por Mara MacDowell e Georgiana Vaconcellos.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkQjNeIzNrgcIJyuEnZYqfvBhQBYSHR43aUfMyJS_g9boUk7FsDthz1Llvi1Y5nKq3UuIic4JrKI6ZfavwnJ_-meSmPWYngeTwNFFu5U51phx8KRbu9mwg9gXUal-1KL3HotvJMUk6flyjAbK0BS9jZMUl6EB-YFnu8kFH2fgRf8XB4FC3VoMKcRWbqg5p/s604/7598COmpany.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="505" data-original-width="604" height="461" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkQjNeIzNrgcIJyuEnZYqfvBhQBYSHR43aUfMyJS_g9boUk7FsDthz1Llvi1Y5nKq3UuIic4JrKI6ZfavwnJ_-meSmPWYngeTwNFFu5U51phx8KRbu9mwg9gXUal-1KL3HotvJMUk6flyjAbK0BS9jZMUl6EB-YFnu8kFH2fgRf8XB4FC3VoMKcRWbqg5p/w551-h461/7598COmpany.jpg" width="551" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>A Company foi uma das grandes marcas da indústria de vestuário carioca entre 1973 e 2003. De sua loja principal na Rua Gárcia D´Ávila, 56 em Ipanema, saiam camisetas, vestidos e calças em algodão puro que eram muito confortáveis e elegantes.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Mauro Taubman, dono da loja, dizia que não se preocupava com a moda internacional ou brasileira, mas com a carioca, pois a mulher daqui é diferente de todas as outras. </b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-size: large;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-size: large;">Em agosto de 1979 a Company anunciava uma nova loja a ser aberta no Shopping Rio-Sul. Em outubro de 1979 a Company anunciava no Jornal do Brasil a venda de patins americanos por Cr$ 7.500 (não sei quanto seria em moeda de hoje). Na "Company" compravam várias de nossas comentaristas, como a tia Lu. O curioso é que na mesma página deste anúncio, no dia 17/10/1979 havia a notícia que o famigerado "depósito compulsório" para viajar ao exterior (lembram dele?), cujo decreto expiraria em dezembro de 1979, seria substituído por algo que garantisse a receita para o Governo. O articulista do JB vociferava contra o que acontecia há 3 anos, violando o art. 153 da Carta Magna, pois o "depósito compulsório" impedia a viagem da maioria do povo brasileiro ao exterior. </b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-size: large;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFQrTX78dferx4FMaqLWF7W6mt_DnHIc7swqNnuPWU0cPu9S4uVTTlKk949UK6FaFMbWfaqwjMeud_Bc0PnT10XIRZlHj8AiWS720QJSo4PA0jF1oXyvigZ_MgkpE4yZVIDB4JsvzMIBnugEwOmJoYDWUcic-uRhr7tVrR4959sLvPME_P1tLqwXJL8n73/s1348/2322%20Lojas%20Murray.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1069" data-original-width="1348" height="431" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFQrTX78dferx4FMaqLWF7W6mt_DnHIc7swqNnuPWU0cPu9S4uVTTlKk949UK6FaFMbWfaqwjMeud_Bc0PnT10XIRZlHj8AiWS720QJSo4PA0jF1oXyvigZ_MgkpE4yZVIDB4JsvzMIBnugEwOmJoYDWUcic-uRhr7tVrR4959sLvPME_P1tLqwXJL8n73/w544-h431/2322%20Lojas%20Murray.jpg" width="544" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Nesta fotografia vemos um flagrante do centro do Rio em meados da década de 50.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">"As LOJAS MURRAY S.A. oferecem a V.S. elementos para o maior conforto de seu lar e por pouco dinheiro. Geladeiras Frigidaire / Aparelhos domésticos / Rádios e Televisão / Artigos para presentes / Cristais da Boêmia / Eletrolas / Utilidades domésticas. Rua Rodrigo Silva 18-A (Esq. Assembléia), Tel: 22-9903", descrevia um anúncio.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Nas Lojas Murray vendiam-se discos importados e a sua sobreloja foi um ponto de encontro para os amantes do jazz, conforme conta Ricardo Cravo Albin. Sergio Porto, João Gilberto, Garoto, Pixinguinha, eram clientes assíduos, quase diários. Consta que este "Clube de Jazz" foi um dos berços da Bossa-Nova. </span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Desnecessário dizer que, como a foto é na "Cidade", todos estão de terno. </span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">As Lojas Murray e a Casa Chadler ( na Rua México ) eram as representantres Frigidaire na década de 50. Tirante a Mesbla, concorrente da Casa Murray era a Casa Neno, "Serve Bem ao Grande e ao Pequeno".</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">O Ponto Frio ainda era quase desconhecido e o Alfredo Monteverde tentava popularizar (e conseguiu) a venda de eletrodomésticos colocando as máquinas de lavar, agitando, na calçada da Uruguaiana.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">E tinha também a Tonelux na Senador Dantas e a Tele- Rio. Depois veio o Paim da Brastel que vendia "tudo a preço de banana". Casas Bahia só tinha em Sampa; mas era nanica perto do Mappin.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">E falando de lojas do Centro, ali perto da Lojas Murray, na Rua da Quitanda, na esquina com a Assembleia, ficava a Veiga Som, uma das maiores lojas de equipamentos de áudio dos anos 60 e 70, que vendia só as melhores marcas, como Wharfedale, Akai, Nakamishi, Pioneer, Sansui, Quad, Sherwood, Dual, ReVox, Thorens, Altec, Mcintosh, etc.... </span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Sobre a Veiga Som, na verdade ela passou a existir como loja, alí na Rua da Quitanda com Assembléia somente no final dos anos 80. Antes, nos anos 60 e grande parte dos anos 70 ela funcionava no 5º andar na Rua da Quitanda nº 30. </span></b><b><span style="font-size: medium;">"Seu" Marco Antonio atendia só gente da mais alta qualidade e antes a loja se chamava Veiga & Cia. </span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-size: large;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikpNHnFbGw6bd7j7Tu0T75gSLIzGWD4ZSR6HGqgyUtTpDt4MdIkyNMSxlPeuj3vNTjZfAaY4fFtVl2dhDuN5uFmPUj72RVuqOPtg3UWvhG4Lk8N3F-FBOAIVykLuKa9Au8KMId3tTdaJ0yNHWLfysLgosVRcIO7uJjDMutOulOWEalN2JJW1twB5AfeE0w/s1966/2848%20Superball.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1966" data-original-width="1276" height="508" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikpNHnFbGw6bd7j7Tu0T75gSLIzGWD4ZSR6HGqgyUtTpDt4MdIkyNMSxlPeuj3vNTjZfAaY4fFtVl2dhDuN5uFmPUj72RVuqOPtg3UWvhG4Lk8N3F-FBOAIVykLuKa9Au8KMId3tTdaJ0yNHWLfysLgosVRcIO7uJjDMutOulOWEalN2JJW1twB5AfeE0w/w330-h508/2848%20Superball.jpg" width="330" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Lá na década de 60, antes desta febre de moda esportiva dos últimos anos, eram poucas as casas especializadas em esportes. Entre elas destacava-se a Superball, com seus 3 endereços no Rio. Fui frequentador assíduo das lojas da Marechal Floriano e da Xavier da Silveira, ali quase na esquina da Av. N.S. de Copacabana. Era onde se podia comprar camisas de goleiro com os cotovelos acolchoados, joelheiras com várias tiras de feltro branco para proteger a a face anterior do joelho, chuteiras com travas presas por pregos que freqüentemente machucavam a sola do pé. </b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Os tênis, então chamados de "keds", eram de cano alto, com proteção de borracha na altura dos maléolos dos tornozelos. </b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Nestas lojas encontrávamos as antigas raquetes de tênis, de madeira, com corda de tripa e aquela moldura para a raquete não empenar (ali comprei a minha primeira raquete, da marca "Procopio".</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Bolas de couro, a de nº 5 a mais desejada pelos "peladeiros" - a G18 era só para profissionais. Havia bolas de borracha que eram usadas, além de em peladas, para jogar na praia.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Pés-de- pato daqueles pequenos, sempre pretos, e as pranchas de madeira, com espaço vazado nos lados para as mãos e a frente ligeiramente arqueada. </b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Raquetes de frescobol havia de dois tipos: as boas, de madeira compensada, e as ruins, mais baratas e mais frágeis. </b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Na Superball também se podia comprar a desejada mesa de ping-pong ou a de botão, oficial. Os botões ali vendidos não serviam para nada, apesar de virem com os escudos dos times (os bons eram de osso ou improvisados com fichas de lotação/ônibus). Os goleiros dos times de botão vendidos eram ridículos: tinham um rabo de metal que passava sob a baliza de plástico - estas balizas eram logo substituídas pelas maiores, com traves de madeira e rede de filó, e os goleiros eram feitos com caixas de fósforo com chumbo dentro (para não serem derrubados naquele estilo de chute em que o botão, após tocar na bola, derrubava o goleiro antes que a bola chegasse ao gol). </b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Na Superball vendia-se, também, aquele jogo de tamborete que todo mundo ganhava e todo mundo detestava. E o saquinhos de filó com bolas de gude. Enfim, a Superball era o sonho de todo garoto.</b></span></div><p></p>Saudades do Riohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16099186743746313132noreply@blogger.com57tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588481406178513345.post-12021120787287069822024-03-14T16:42:00.004-03:002024-03-15T09:45:46.020-03:00O RIO DE 1978<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>O fotógrafo americano Blake Smith, tal como outros estrangeiros que nos visitaram, como Gyorgy Szendrodi, Piotr </b></span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Ilowiecki e Mark Ackley, que já tiveram fotos publicadas aqui, fez um belo registro do Rio de Janeiro no ano de 1978.</b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Aí vão algumas fotos dele:</b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm9lb9p5o5fl6tGt5HYgJE3Hfbyxh-pcQ_E0xms9ivUMVEd3aaVhGsuBTO0wIT-Vjt57h-TeBL5_n-nAYAnLYEv8gpZJ9JG5J7EAVbBQbaTOBxTXnOmDx0Idv7PfrOfrG5U8IZorDBsZ0kac7PpCi96Z6QK6pR1FyTTsRYI3_HZfLTEURuHGccBdG8XdvX/s828/20177%20Feira%20hipie%20BS.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="558" data-original-width="828" height="398" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm9lb9p5o5fl6tGt5HYgJE3Hfbyxh-pcQ_E0xms9ivUMVEd3aaVhGsuBTO0wIT-Vjt57h-TeBL5_n-nAYAnLYEv8gpZJ9JG5J7EAVbBQbaTOBxTXnOmDx0Idv7PfrOfrG5U8IZorDBsZ0kac7PpCi96Z6QK6pR1FyTTsRYI3_HZfLTEURuHGccBdG8XdvX/w591-h398/20177%20Feira%20hipie%20BS.jpg" width="591" /></a></span></div><p></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Segundo os alfarrábios sobre Ipanema, a idéia da "feira hippie" foi de Hugo Bidet, em 1969, que pretendia que na Praça General Osório existisse uma galeria de arte a céu aberto, num evento chamado "Arte na Praça". </span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Entretanto, logo após os primeiros domingos, chegaram os "hippies" com seu artesanato e também ali se instalaram. Com o passar do tempo tudo se desvirtuou, vindo gente de todo tipo para vender produtos industrializados com o rótulo de "artesanato". Hoje existe um mafuá que, há tempos, extrapolou os limites da Praça.</span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Junto a Bidet também participaram do início da feira José Carlos Nogueira da Gama, Roberto de Souza, Guilherme Bueno, Guima, Holmes Neves e Carlos Martins.</span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaw620XGHWimZWi4kSKfoGtxn_DFFCSwnPvCIK4dOe2F0jPY9ywel-3p0lpN62ZEtNxp8qAcOVGZAAk-zSxhmfar6xXLeuIX6-OTxVWJFAwLq8ECDJ9_yiaNwRVRDe5agpqiStOzujV542UM2glAlqhuaxGmdxfQGA8uV-1nazHK_MlyQ1Bt-gH8Cb7sKL/s1063/20178%20Feira%20hippie.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="532" data-original-width="1063" height="313" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaw620XGHWimZWi4kSKfoGtxn_DFFCSwnPvCIK4dOe2F0jPY9ywel-3p0lpN62ZEtNxp8qAcOVGZAAk-zSxhmfar6xXLeuIX6-OTxVWJFAwLq8ECDJ9_yiaNwRVRDe5agpqiStOzujV542UM2glAlqhuaxGmdxfQGA8uV-1nazHK_MlyQ1Bt-gH8Cb7sKL/w626-h313/20178%20Feira%20hippie.jpg" width="626" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Conta Mario Peixoto que "logo após o início da feira, chamada de Feirarte, os hippies se instalaram na praça, onde o comportamento deles incomodou os costumes da época. Em plena ditadura militar, certo domingo a polícia chegou armada de metralhadora, helicóptero e tudo que tinha direito, baixando porrada e levando todo mundo em cana. A obtenção de licença para a Feirarte funcionar veio depois de um longo processo de negociação com as autoridades e muita burocracia."</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfjK0HbFeBO-vrpUyJY4s-U5d641XRd87yPYoRQ3YkXOvhXT_C1-6XnFsPYdTbPHUKOix7nCi6A5Pxt_ZpFjsACf7hh6NZnmfprpraVsEQjFHXtFD01YRDk-uI8pAGx7ejau0rt-JIA8Kv3PUR4Lym0k0atZnQL56Ty0Eb5_G9jd7lLtjP2hnGvOZ7HCQG/s812/20179%20Feira%20hippie.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="607" data-original-width="812" height="392" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfjK0HbFeBO-vrpUyJY4s-U5d641XRd87yPYoRQ3YkXOvhXT_C1-6XnFsPYdTbPHUKOix7nCi6A5Pxt_ZpFjsACf7hh6NZnmfprpraVsEQjFHXtFD01YRDk-uI8pAGx7ejau0rt-JIA8Kv3PUR4Lym0k0atZnQL56Ty0Eb5_G9jd7lLtjP2hnGvOZ7HCQG/w525-h392/20179%20Feira%20hippie.jpg" width="525" /></a></div><br /><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Como fizeram sucesso esses "puffs" nos anos 1970.</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoFjnQD-L_9DFwP1FDZSD3-ZQgjFXBoqLk7MjT-E75oJ1eWqcBG83IpvrJ7SKt003yWLpPojupxvRZg6SilfbwJM8kKxUy8sz8YmNolMXliQ9ad3_mZynZkr3fjeDanxVRhdERwMUEIIPxRCBEWOzWWy-KNE2BXk2KHyBn4FgcgJRkhkbzCs03lsNbaxXQ/s569/20181%20Lagioa%2078.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="391" data-original-width="569" height="404" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoFjnQD-L_9DFwP1FDZSD3-ZQgjFXBoqLk7MjT-E75oJ1eWqcBG83IpvrJ7SKt003yWLpPojupxvRZg6SilfbwJM8kKxUy8sz8YmNolMXliQ9ad3_mZynZkr3fjeDanxVRhdERwMUEIIPxRCBEWOzWWy-KNE2BXk2KHyBn4FgcgJRkhkbzCs03lsNbaxXQ/w588-h404/20181%20Lagioa%2078.jpg" width="588" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">A foto sendo de 1978 deveria aparecer com destaque o Tivoli Park, inaugurado uns cinco anos antes. Na parte de baixo está o Piraquê.</span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbvIm-faK2zAWYaAzXNO88d5kxLueNcBTYETqxFRryADc5L75pKvrwBZDgvJEGgs_RNodD6sHRyD0qfUaspUZACeonZe7B5HDuzT8OO2x_ReXJw5e2Wli5Vbh3Kc0vFUksBbK0xRptaHXbcq9yCBRFq06_FQF9B9Dj3xy020G9DSvhoAmmYqZ5u-tuVAvZ/s647/20182%20Lagoa.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="427" data-original-width="647" height="358" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbvIm-faK2zAWYaAzXNO88d5kxLueNcBTYETqxFRryADc5L75pKvrwBZDgvJEGgs_RNodD6sHRyD0qfUaspUZACeonZe7B5HDuzT8OO2x_ReXJw5e2Wli5Vbh3Kc0vFUksBbK0xRptaHXbcq9yCBRFq06_FQF9B9Dj3xy020G9DSvhoAmmYqZ5u-tuVAvZ/w543-h358/20182%20Lagoa.jpg" width="543" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">À esquerda, o saudoso "drive-in", onde poucas vezes se assistia ao filme. Alguns carros chegavam a ficar de costas para a tela...</span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL2hsMuFTSPoMoyW12_TKnDMKvo9V5ZI8rfyd7BO2wMxm5SY6wcT7ToCgw5TNSs8pPvSt89BZYS-yvEzgDHYpG3txT495QoN-vD8pyTOLm77j2isI4gbtqHXzRJQ377iPHT26qRgKOmSisFOQFJvCU1wyM1Dmlpi4QEp4lFn8vI33iO2JxVmjXp2o5tXGj/s816/20180%20Lagoa%2078.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="742" data-original-width="816" height="473" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL2hsMuFTSPoMoyW12_TKnDMKvo9V5ZI8rfyd7BO2wMxm5SY6wcT7ToCgw5TNSs8pPvSt89BZYS-yvEzgDHYpG3txT495QoN-vD8pyTOLm77j2isI4gbtqHXzRJQ377iPHT26qRgKOmSisFOQFJvCU1wyM1Dmlpi4QEp4lFn8vI33iO2JxVmjXp2o5tXGj/w520-h473/20180%20Lagoa%2078.jpg" width="520" /></a></div><div><b><br /></b></div></b><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Quase no centro da foto aparece aquele horroroso arranha-céu que ultrapassa em muito a altura do morro. Muita grana deve ter rolado para liberá-lo.</span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: medium;">E lá no fundo, usando uma lupa, é possível me ver na janela fotografando as obras de urbanização em frente ao Corte do Cantagalo.<br /><br /></span></b></div></div><div><br /></div>Saudades do Riohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16099186743746313132noreply@blogger.com71tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588481406178513345.post-31142011120327725782024-03-13T07:00:00.003-03:002024-03-14T07:16:06.891-03:00ONDE É?<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4YNdqkw39cltIsk5DAcTrutqXI7FJQ4nK6qWJvbACOSo9GrclUT_gumj3Zv0Yyn091Emxbv90SmeGVAxjNiRHMOxsbyOwxgONGSICsTzsXFia3wAU7h4no5I57wUXB0aqr0R5FgJpvY-vhTRdGX6-ZU6-Bt6ceTCkjKSqH8Xbp2VEhAEPgY8e__zk5s4s/s2124/9527%20camel%C3%B4s%20onde%20%C3%A9-1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1338" data-original-width="2124" height="364" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4YNdqkw39cltIsk5DAcTrutqXI7FJQ4nK6qWJvbACOSo9GrclUT_gumj3Zv0Yyn091Emxbv90SmeGVAxjNiRHMOxsbyOwxgONGSICsTzsXFia3wAU7h4no5I57wUXB0aqr0R5FgJpvY-vhTRdGX6-ZU6-Bt6ceTCkjKSqH8Xbp2VEhAEPgY8e__zk5s4s/w577-h364/9527%20camel%C3%B4s%20onde%20%C3%A9-1.jpg" width="577" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <b><span style="font-size: medium;">FOTO 1</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-dDldtKlBQzq4-rPmdGXZkEKv-AZ5MHhlaAPZjOFnwyBgirx7FBOKKh6dZWKBQEmRmHFIiwvdPf-jJMlHOcYIXc8sSMEnJq2veHUOWHq7_BrFgT_IRsWbjFiVw7kKcR5xa89TyVPDBAu5-f3XDd0CE1bLFQRflV26xlaOgYSXyJFffpWXF8qBKMj-wrUI/s2396/9541%20onde%20%C3%A9.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2396" data-original-width="1960" height="492" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-dDldtKlBQzq4-rPmdGXZkEKv-AZ5MHhlaAPZjOFnwyBgirx7FBOKKh6dZWKBQEmRmHFIiwvdPf-jJMlHOcYIXc8sSMEnJq2veHUOWHq7_BrFgT_IRsWbjFiVw7kKcR5xa89TyVPDBAu5-f3XDd0CE1bLFQRflV26xlaOgYSXyJFffpWXF8qBKMj-wrUI/w403-h492/9541%20onde%20%C3%A9.jpg" width="403" /></a></div><br /></b> <b><span style="font-size: medium;">FOTO 2</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVZt65jGcGHjELvehp_7N4Uo1Q6Xa2UNYlWBwapMxwSsPcRawByzAnmx2tlOqNIhJgpwXdqEWWlHw8TLHqLDaZy2RlM4Ice3NLlJe8ZTedX1e1bJqar06lz0wriYUVQYVst3k93jwM0runmXN9etAfLuxdgK4TqiqLjTdyuPhZq0kcH6A8EjWm2hyJIsXb/s407/5812%20Onde%20%C3%A9.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="405" data-original-width="407" height="468" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVZt65jGcGHjELvehp_7N4Uo1Q6Xa2UNYlWBwapMxwSsPcRawByzAnmx2tlOqNIhJgpwXdqEWWlHw8TLHqLDaZy2RlM4Ice3NLlJe8ZTedX1e1bJqar06lz0wriYUVQYVst3k93jwM0runmXN9etAfLuxdgK4TqiqLjTdyuPhZq0kcH6A8EjWm2hyJIsXb/w471-h468/5812%20Onde%20%C3%A9.jpg" width="471" /></a></div><br /></b> <b><span style="font-size: medium;">FOTO 3</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgksqaZN8MlXLtjldCbLX1O70sf7eTndnuFH4wc1glmKgXE-qBADwM7nmO7iOg8heLRYi9muLlUxZtTATg-HNzNeBEhMDyna4264cGu7iaJM-Y2_dobhD8DD9p5QuNA6k6GFlMRHC-tDYs9KV1djtBxo2LKRGUTZRlM-NJlNobL8eBFK0OIkER-2Lgj-zyS/s407/5812%20Barao%20Ipanema.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="405" data-original-width="407" height="557" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgksqaZN8MlXLtjldCbLX1O70sf7eTndnuFH4wc1glmKgXE-qBADwM7nmO7iOg8heLRYi9muLlUxZtTATg-HNzNeBEhMDyna4264cGu7iaJM-Y2_dobhD8DD9p5QuNA6k6GFlMRHC-tDYs9KV1djtBxo2LKRGUTZRlM-NJlNobL8eBFK0OIkER-2Lgj-zyS/w561-h557/5812%20Barao%20Ipanema.jpg" width="561" /></a></div><br /></b> <b><span style="font-size: medium;">FOTO 3 original</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsOxiZhGE0DDm3aJB8VWRYuQTwCmS0lH0VKdYYnNaS5HAzsDMUQB-WPZycuXu8mvCKIfav1ry5aq6fxBjHiYIkzpzD1TzPsc-OV5KoinHfk9U3HOVwZSWfT-MhREjWmy1wuT2bWiy7QVBnyoOvPmarYmzmpdsST-eHiAQokygLnBlRK-Q4CG86ZyllPxYO/s792/7051%20Onde%20%C3%A9%20.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="524" data-original-width="792" height="334" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsOxiZhGE0DDm3aJB8VWRYuQTwCmS0lH0VKdYYnNaS5HAzsDMUQB-WPZycuXu8mvCKIfav1ry5aq6fxBjHiYIkzpzD1TzPsc-OV5KoinHfk9U3HOVwZSWfT-MhREjWmy1wuT2bWiy7QVBnyoOvPmarYmzmpdsST-eHiAQokygLnBlRK-Q4CG86ZyllPxYO/w504-h334/7051%20Onde%20%C3%A9%20.jpg" width="504" /></a></div><br /></b> <b><span style="font-size: medium;">FOTO 4</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMUH5HXI7IVCiVPM4EuOkBHSGDMyucfYvb2Dj2KZZaiWuzNWgGnhMgtUynfs3_zXageREcFUuaT3zHa67yd5UPFph2Ch5ROUnTAE-fnSvdrhDpn5yeixyuplympmOcT1X49BLL3UMJQhR7zRlGCUxmUdmlDFOmWRvN3mIPbR0HY9OVqJ0V0H2iR-GJ3rpG/s741/18931%20Onde%20%C3%A9.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="485" data-original-width="741" height="363" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMUH5HXI7IVCiVPM4EuOkBHSGDMyucfYvb2Dj2KZZaiWuzNWgGnhMgtUynfs3_zXageREcFUuaT3zHa67yd5UPFph2Ch5ROUnTAE-fnSvdrhDpn5yeixyuplympmOcT1X49BLL3UMJQhR7zRlGCUxmUdmlDFOmWRvN3mIPbR0HY9OVqJ0V0H2iR-GJ3rpG/w556-h363/18931%20Onde%20%C3%A9.JPG" width="556" /></a></div><br /></b> <b><span style="font-size: medium;">FOTO 5</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkXShE5WAr_5c4RZjnbIlvbGDxsvkbZHyNgnNEuVlrWx76HzzAmLPBVPMlM5pMMAvD99lzqmt61HoOby_hdpvc5i57sG0vWcBWQfEuI3tmomdAtrakIJtzGE4HOhm2dSUCq0irPUNYFgXbuRKQbJt96eyENZpgHN16H3CZLcHGOWRmOkmKOgWtCTqVkFdj/s691/19878%20Onde%20%C3%A9.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="520" data-original-width="691" height="402" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkXShE5WAr_5c4RZjnbIlvbGDxsvkbZHyNgnNEuVlrWx76HzzAmLPBVPMlM5pMMAvD99lzqmt61HoOby_hdpvc5i57sG0vWcBWQfEuI3tmomdAtrakIJtzGE4HOhm2dSUCq0irPUNYFgXbuRKQbJt96eyENZpgHN16H3CZLcHGOWRmOkmKOgWtCTqVkFdj/w533-h402/19878%20Onde%20%C3%A9.JPG" width="533" /></a></div><br /></b> <b><span style="font-size: medium;">FOTO 6</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUihdYyISeyqSkm4mNr7rX22KCAWOHrZm_vrdTgm-KR_ceMieJV4QE81l1JMftmZZ73VoixtwsE7N2spi36k-x7p5zIm72ol4Dj0xPOTJwAYc5paC1mpjNdP5t5jWesPySdHuDW5LJ2sus-mPRxPjjYA08Dj7GVm2CueKiMgCK6DOS3loYibkRmMBOo0vM/s978/19878%20sANTA%20mARGARIDA%20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="523" data-original-width="978" height="302" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUihdYyISeyqSkm4mNr7rX22KCAWOHrZm_vrdTgm-KR_ceMieJV4QE81l1JMftmZZ73VoixtwsE7N2spi36k-x7p5zIm72ol4Dj0xPOTJwAYc5paC1mpjNdP5t5jWesPySdHuDW5LJ2sus-mPRxPjjYA08Dj7GVm2CueKiMgCK6DOS3loYibkRmMBOo0vM/w565-h302/19878%20sANTA%20mARGARIDA%20.jpg" width="565" /></a></div><br /></b> <b><span style="font-size: medium;">FOTO 6 original</span></b></div><p></p>Saudades do Riohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16099186743746313132noreply@blogger.com86tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588481406178513345.post-57351299001395722012024-03-11T07:00:00.001-03:002024-03-11T07:00:00.242-03:00CAMELÔS<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Vendedores de rua e camelôs há décadas atravancam as ruas do Rio. </b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Devem ser combatidos por concorrerem com o comércio regularizado e/ou por venderem produtos de procedência duvidosa?</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Devem ser tolerados porque é a forma de muitos conseguirem sobreviver fora do mercado formal?</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>A atuação do "rapa" é desejável e eficiente?</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>O que fazer com as "máfias" que dominam a cidade?</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk9gjkSngvjCBI35S-IJFP72s7K-6x9UlX259DkgRNjfd8t4CaedGO4yazn_JPqOlME7Tw3xCWP4LMjmYbqarIVlwbMPjbpJYmL_F1xC7l6536m5OL2_AIz6wEY0hg70w3Y56PyFEA90YEkPF1Qm7SkYtU2KIcYR4IRYSLL_1Lk635cB-fmzi4i676uTxv/s2392/9521%20Milho%20aos%20pombos-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2392" data-original-width="2066" height="584" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk9gjkSngvjCBI35S-IJFP72s7K-6x9UlX259DkgRNjfd8t4CaedGO4yazn_JPqOlME7Tw3xCWP4LMjmYbqarIVlwbMPjbpJYmL_F1xC7l6536m5OL2_AIz6wEY0hg70w3Y56PyFEA90YEkPF1Qm7SkYtU2KIcYR4IRYSLL_1Lk635cB-fmzi4i676uTxv/w503-h584/9521%20Milho%20aos%20pombos-1.jpg" width="503" /></a></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>FOTO 1: A vendedora com camisa rubro-negra sugere "dê milho aos pombos". Os pombos se tornaram uma praga urbana?</b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioLlyb5-PeuSPzPFBf8DxB61mdzbSRgFdof-fwR-E1XThm0gesPD7Hkr_2MkJyRvxmHaeoPuFOdI8kqEnAKdzgt6GudN_EszMgrOeHo3xU4z0f04d9TBgHb3VrbYe2_SKLUU8fLNx3ET0KSMFYxWj58dX8gdtVokmFqq5s8wzxDbUQfbJ1S8hsuUgalcbk/s1728/9525%20Camel%C3%B4s-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1353" data-original-width="1728" height="433" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioLlyb5-PeuSPzPFBf8DxB61mdzbSRgFdof-fwR-E1XThm0gesPD7Hkr_2MkJyRvxmHaeoPuFOdI8kqEnAKdzgt6GudN_EszMgrOeHo3xU4z0f04d9TBgHb3VrbYe2_SKLUU8fLNx3ET0KSMFYxWj58dX8gdtVokmFqq5s8wzxDbUQfbJ1S8hsuUgalcbk/w552-h433/9525%20Camel%C3%B4s-1.jpg" width="552" /></a></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">FOTO 2: Aparentemente são funcionários de uma loja de frutas no Centro, que expôem mercadoria invadinho parcialmente a calçada. Nesta foto de 1960 já observamos a precariedade do calçamento de pedras portuguesas.</span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5MxTsP8OrKxXbYWr52NaEZgsKm4Z9vgls42NShe_jNNyYmIOmj67FuYR3vkf9-QNOv__9hB2_MX__j_QAQ59-XQaJ_LM8sBbeiZ6rQwVjLZsxLrDgiV3Ip_-i104WOAQf03m3ssHGbM3YkUPY4b8lupEXXTa3CbY8pe95CJ7vXGEad1TSXoZBI3-v9mlU/s2106/9528%20camel%C3%B4s-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2106" height="365" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5MxTsP8OrKxXbYWr52NaEZgsKm4Z9vgls42NShe_jNNyYmIOmj67FuYR3vkf9-QNOv__9hB2_MX__j_QAQ59-XQaJ_LM8sBbeiZ6rQwVjLZsxLrDgiV3Ip_-i104WOAQf03m3ssHGbM3YkUPY4b8lupEXXTa3CbY8pe95CJ7vXGEad1TSXoZBI3-v9mlU/w564-h365/9528%20camel%C3%B4s-1.jpg" width="564" /></a></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>FOTO 3: O que atrai tantos curiosos? Algum produto contrabandeado ou uma daquelas "armações" para tirar dinheiro de tolos? Seria o jogo de "onde está a bolinha?"</b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-dAu19ZwU5_huWCCBSSSbW4SN0XED74SQcZTB-gYoYtN2Padqutt51g9UxSltkq4iw6i5Lw7OH0npOBtpPjvwaEIsoeqCi7mkcNM31esm_qCX1Sh-mrJwM8nhEdlO4OENgf42zMc1LjlrTyjGBrUG3YgDUAXEGioirFUSKFrrS7KpHJzZ7ZcW8W9JFN8a/s2109/9530%20camel%C3%94-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2109" height="351" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-dAu19ZwU5_huWCCBSSSbW4SN0XED74SQcZTB-gYoYtN2Padqutt51g9UxSltkq4iw6i5Lw7OH0npOBtpPjvwaEIsoeqCi7mkcNM31esm_qCX1Sh-mrJwM8nhEdlO4OENgf42zMc1LjlrTyjGBrUG3YgDUAXEGioirFUSKFrrS7KpHJzZ7ZcW8W9JFN8a/w542-h351/9530%20camel%C3%94-1.jpg" width="542" /></a></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-size: large;">FOTO 4: Outros tempos. Um elegante vendedor de canetas, de paletó, joga sua conversa e atrai compradores.</b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOvsVFly_BOBwdlkFTuj2S4DyMX4zP51Nfb-EHQojhyyowGJBj30HatGcdMVJ9Nl23xfc3-T7dY7Y5b_VY4aGzhVX5Pe3sEV1MTMGEb9vSNATNVmJufLColtXZvNHHcRVcqTI-mCvSRlLZ0RE-u7Bakf-W077ifdoPbEeFFKYyAaY37xG_E3PxkA6sr-Up/s2859/9545%20flanelas-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2060" data-original-width="2859" height="367" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOvsVFly_BOBwdlkFTuj2S4DyMX4zP51Nfb-EHQojhyyowGJBj30HatGcdMVJ9Nl23xfc3-T7dY7Y5b_VY4aGzhVX5Pe3sEV1MTMGEb9vSNATNVmJufLColtXZvNHHcRVcqTI-mCvSRlLZ0RE-u7Bakf-W077ifdoPbEeFFKYyAaY37xG_E3PxkA6sr-Up/w510-h367/9545%20flanelas-1.jpg" width="510" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-size: large;">FOTO 5: Em 1971 vendedores de panos de chão e flanelas abordam motoristas. Na época não eram agressivos como os que, atualmente, constrangem os motoristas ao lavar o parabrisa.</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-size: large;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDg106l1x4VPbPm9UAM8eAR9HsIgXDTfS4KWezbQIAuY4030L1kOEckdUkpvYswW0-6rn9tkPEYaCRDkMpajUn5ZkT4yMrfH6mzlbL525JMnR8JZbaDBlnSGbDn1H5LGAUuBsGbqonFjKXSsJB7_iaUdTUgAvbp5Ea0wFc0PWE_IL58ooHup1JgRVeUHph/s2100/9531%20rapa-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1335" data-original-width="2100" height="331" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDg106l1x4VPbPm9UAM8eAR9HsIgXDTfS4KWezbQIAuY4030L1kOEckdUkpvYswW0-6rn9tkPEYaCRDkMpajUn5ZkT4yMrfH6mzlbL525JMnR8JZbaDBlnSGbDn1H5LGAUuBsGbqonFjKXSsJB7_iaUdTUgAvbp5Ea0wFc0PWE_IL58ooHup1JgRVeUHph/w522-h331/9531%20rapa-1.jpg" width="522" /></a></div><br /><b style="font-size: large;">FOTO 6: Ação do "rapa" em 1962. Funcionários públicos apreendem guarda-chuvas. Qual é o destino dessas apreensões?</b></div><p></p>Saudades do Riohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16099186743746313132noreply@blogger.com94tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588481406178513345.post-45020306569289496042024-03-10T07:00:00.001-03:002024-03-10T07:00:00.133-03:00DOMINGO EM IPANEMA<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAYotGrgktZ6xnVSMUTijoH5DtvN_tZCS_h4gCxLGOzzKaSh_DikEaiS-vu_QxL9EFUwQk6d_LOxcyL9mnkOMWEYXf2xQkrFciHEV3j255JVZeVPxhhVBvFzOsI-7nI5Ro3dOZWDXSCIUcqzIVmhrFfl5pLz7-CtXgFVdneA2k6dNaYn-noJLTiyxTXZdr/s2309/1736%20Praia%20de%20Ipanema%201950%20-%20Copia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2309" data-original-width="1571" height="615" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAYotGrgktZ6xnVSMUTijoH5DtvN_tZCS_h4gCxLGOzzKaSh_DikEaiS-vu_QxL9EFUwQk6d_LOxcyL9mnkOMWEYXf2xQkrFciHEV3j255JVZeVPxhhVBvFzOsI-7nI5Ro3dOZWDXSCIUcqzIVmhrFfl5pLz7-CtXgFVdneA2k6dNaYn-noJLTiyxTXZdr/w419-h615/1736%20Praia%20de%20Ipanema%201950%20-%20Copia.jpg" width="419" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Até os anos 60 a Praia de Ipanema era um caos mais ou menos organizado. Embora os pedestres não tivessem vez na calçada junto à praia, com o Rebouças por construir havia muito menos gente indo para Ipanema. E os prédios eram baixos, sem os arranha-céus atuais.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGbHGAROH1DRxv5iI4eOcRYvy-o1O-Iv-x953zfi3vBMciO3q-lbgq8_5PWH5tTosJB2yXnOyVTBSm_lxT_yyZoOEnfJ15hRXoO4gwW_iPXhHXwxceV2tgSAjbinHP1zMAIeUpX0LK8pmFqH1cm0ErkzD7d2FsSPHYx0gYbtXaiqNuiQ7FvviTGCHcmgMB/s2233/2045%20Praia%20Ipanema%2070.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2233" data-original-width="1467" height="646" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGbHGAROH1DRxv5iI4eOcRYvy-o1O-Iv-x953zfi3vBMciO3q-lbgq8_5PWH5tTosJB2yXnOyVTBSm_lxT_yyZoOEnfJ15hRXoO4gwW_iPXhHXwxceV2tgSAjbinHP1zMAIeUpX0LK8pmFqH1cm0ErkzD7d2FsSPHYx0gYbtXaiqNuiQ7FvviTGCHcmgMB/w424-h646/2045%20Praia%20Ipanema%2070.jpg" width="424" /></a></div><br /></span><b style="font-size: large;">Aqui o canteiro central já havia sido tomado pelos carros e começavam a surgir os arranha-céus.</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-size: large;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimnry7cqHxzt-RrNzgOphqYgN6xpqvhDI7LXrbkYKGsnPf18bI2O1bHb5b8NKKxlNqToAYaNrP4skZb3Ts7Gus5ZMi6nBq746WtMUbG3o04K9jiMJ4DF7dQj-H3mjDFfgrx2wdhwP0DE2UhvyFClbEZucs6piwg8slLpMDrDtlS8FpYlRrL87X9632bDQT/s780/181%20Praia%20de%20Ipanema%20-%20Copia.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="546" data-original-width="780" height="394" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimnry7cqHxzt-RrNzgOphqYgN6xpqvhDI7LXrbkYKGsnPf18bI2O1bHb5b8NKKxlNqToAYaNrP4skZb3Ts7Gus5ZMi6nBq746WtMUbG3o04K9jiMJ4DF7dQj-H3mjDFfgrx2wdhwP0DE2UhvyFClbEZucs6piwg8slLpMDrDtlS8FpYlRrL87X9632bDQT/w562-h394/181%20Praia%20de%20Ipanema%20-%20Copia.JPG" width="562" /></a></div><br /><b style="font-size: large;">Meados dos anos 70 já temos uma enorme dificuldade em estacionar. Era uma época em que se estacionava sobre todas as calçadas da cidade.</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-size: large;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPicdldXFtPoMsK8cbsaa-pSGVsaQchNzXAYYmynPefJK3A14Ev_nxaoZgwJ50zCakDRfFvDv1Qo357pVbAoMaWZr7MBh3wC7zHLLrXbJuhBHTTUpqxAfiqz0epVtMZ-AUd0YrVShndxLP9FHPSPRmA6dBWOCDusW2qOvP_G1FYrEvcN_tzYBKrlcPMS39/s496/20165%20Praia%20de%20Ipanema.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="268" data-original-width="496" height="348" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPicdldXFtPoMsK8cbsaa-pSGVsaQchNzXAYYmynPefJK3A14Ev_nxaoZgwJ50zCakDRfFvDv1Qo357pVbAoMaWZr7MBh3wC7zHLLrXbJuhBHTTUpqxAfiqz0epVtMZ-AUd0YrVShndxLP9FHPSPRmA6dBWOCDusW2qOvP_G1FYrEvcN_tzYBKrlcPMS39/w644-h348/20165%20Praia%20de%20Ipanema.jpg" width="644" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-size: large;">Durante a semana, mesmo com alguns prédios altos, eram tempos mais tranquilos.</b></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxnyZJyxBDJCcsAkURPXqntjTa5ezYCs3jXIkLkrIhrP1E_R6JZfaSAPt-yldc7zPGspywhgAEYhEQy9QMY2kNfF02fkpjnIzLlRSEfFKcc-24-M9Upfe_j2u9pdR_3kdC_aF8BoLsxzMziGgEZ7icKr1s8rosTP9mdDQ8mGyYoD9E6YPuePYsgRGtTiyT/s279/20166%20Praia%20de%20Ipanema.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="268" data-original-width="279" height="453" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxnyZJyxBDJCcsAkURPXqntjTa5ezYCs3jXIkLkrIhrP1E_R6JZfaSAPt-yldc7zPGspywhgAEYhEQy9QMY2kNfF02fkpjnIzLlRSEfFKcc-24-M9Upfe_j2u9pdR_3kdC_aF8BoLsxzMziGgEZ7icKr1s8rosTP9mdDQ8mGyYoD9E6YPuePYsgRGtTiyT/w472-h453/20166%20Praia%20de%20Ipanema.jpg" width="472" /></a></div><b style="font-size: large;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-size: large;">Aparecem os primeiros sinais de trânsito na praia. </b></div><p></p>Saudades do Riohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16099186743746313132noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588481406178513345.post-253031049705786492024-03-08T07:00:00.001-03:002024-03-08T07:00:00.149-03:00ONDE É?<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiil1FpRrpzoHi4E0tbEUtl0pCQ_CHyNvffcIe62sKRHLiqAOoKGZFsW-LCpWb2f-IElxDsJxdhhHMHzhNzJlkXfB_yCw8wX6t96SPnU-ZtA4m2SFPWh75eTLPDnUIZdxFTrYI3oWalIfyPLaAKsFmoLuNjR-4rLC584Dlh1bJ3_9atJja9PhMG7O_mRKi-/s1890/18686%20Onde%20%C3%A9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1194" data-original-width="1890" height="372" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiil1FpRrpzoHi4E0tbEUtl0pCQ_CHyNvffcIe62sKRHLiqAOoKGZFsW-LCpWb2f-IElxDsJxdhhHMHzhNzJlkXfB_yCw8wX6t96SPnU-ZtA4m2SFPWh75eTLPDnUIZdxFTrYI3oWalIfyPLaAKsFmoLuNjR-4rLC584Dlh1bJ3_9atJja9PhMG7O_mRKi-/w589-h372/18686%20Onde%20%C3%A9.jpg" width="589" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b> FOTO 1</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6jwnW_C4oR4WwFCGisBGmcFJYd48Y1bke5CeZKkMgi03uLAhlmpE51Ea9yIfVBs4vyBHw7pOecDippJgNOrJo4zUIgWMg-_no-trC3PTsQ6Vi39gMb4UfQ-vqTNV2AT3qdbY26M_ZcFKnwWC5s35RyY8ovug70GZM5M7EYwx1r_itUe2D5LXmOkJdxr5h/s1566/18738%20Onde%20%C3%A9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1120" data-original-width="1566" height="396" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6jwnW_C4oR4WwFCGisBGmcFJYd48Y1bke5CeZKkMgi03uLAhlmpE51Ea9yIfVBs4vyBHw7pOecDippJgNOrJo4zUIgWMg-_no-trC3PTsQ6Vi39gMb4UfQ-vqTNV2AT3qdbY26M_ZcFKnwWC5s35RyY8ovug70GZM5M7EYwx1r_itUe2D5LXmOkJdxr5h/w553-h396/18738%20Onde%20%C3%A9.jpg" width="553" /></a></div><br /></span><b style="font-size: large;">FOTO 2</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-size: large;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUdAVX_erlxEchS39fPKUOUQfI0X4p5z_H4rXJM5cL69AbSwKfcCQDvp8TJORt-YkPpnqzoe47NhlgShu1JJf9qW52JTteloyNva1E23YtsiryoZhoQsFBcOTVsXCGIqiKIaVJWZ_g2b03NwhxwQtQwR6aG6GLNpYEIaQIkPjBiDZN1zmpZvgj74RN-Ofr/s660/15998%20Camel%C3%B4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="502" data-original-width="660" height="422" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUdAVX_erlxEchS39fPKUOUQfI0X4p5z_H4rXJM5cL69AbSwKfcCQDvp8TJORt-YkPpnqzoe47NhlgShu1JJf9qW52JTteloyNva1E23YtsiryoZhoQsFBcOTVsXCGIqiKIaVJWZ_g2b03NwhxwQtQwR6aG6GLNpYEIaQIkPjBiDZN1zmpZvgj74RN-Ofr/w555-h422/15998%20Camel%C3%B4.JPG" width="555" /></a></div><br /><b style="font-size: large;">FOTO 3</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-size: large;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM316nTL02dbI7iyHNtIVclwyM-VfkebqJ5y8gUMy3cIvHDaVFD23yTwoJmbnLEaHdomQK_UuRpPnmDZWIml4f_Q7A6R2AOH6CnjwcrEi5mesxJ_UiEiXVqch-khBaJDGONP3tIHa5jJSa4CKSg16xsoWLMleiMHLjfkLcU4SDPRdlpCX7hwN9LDrehNLp/s958/16127%20Onde%20%C3%A9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="580" data-original-width="958" height="346" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM316nTL02dbI7iyHNtIVclwyM-VfkebqJ5y8gUMy3cIvHDaVFD23yTwoJmbnLEaHdomQK_UuRpPnmDZWIml4f_Q7A6R2AOH6CnjwcrEi5mesxJ_UiEiXVqch-khBaJDGONP3tIHa5jJSa4CKSg16xsoWLMleiMHLjfkLcU4SDPRdlpCX7hwN9LDrehNLp/w572-h346/16127%20Onde%20%C3%A9.JPG" width="572" /></a></div><br /><b style="font-size: large;">FOTO 4 (repetida)</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-size: large;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmBiBKQoQljUieKkq1FRE-LlwxbFsEsEtwE0ZethhQXQnjR6KMdPXSiw9puLI4Q95HA-ii5-1m3ALBCHxuH_deylmwKvX2-YnmX1K6sE2GhSRaWgEb1X5biKiZ6nwio_sNaOE3VvB6comKsMDhPrNOHDMkl5hITcrIDF6Gfh6olflp0zzV3C2yE-EGZ3NL/s803/16172%20Onde%20%C3%A9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="439" data-original-width="803" height="289" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmBiBKQoQljUieKkq1FRE-LlwxbFsEsEtwE0ZethhQXQnjR6KMdPXSiw9puLI4Q95HA-ii5-1m3ALBCHxuH_deylmwKvX2-YnmX1K6sE2GhSRaWgEb1X5biKiZ6nwio_sNaOE3VvB6comKsMDhPrNOHDMkl5hITcrIDF6Gfh6olflp0zzV3C2yE-EGZ3NL/w529-h289/16172%20Onde%20%C3%A9.JPG" width="529" /></a></div><br /><b style="font-size: large;">FOTO 5</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-size: large;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxZRNaSzdmQMOCIwKMmSunH9_IzMl6abLeHieQNkx248TiCVkfK1hmo3-l027iobdbJ1dIrOOTjSQpalk6vS28S6PoZ_5bNI8ica6Tx-53KBrbhIm4KCshRhtCB2oGvrrYTKffB4DmU5yyU8136lIX5Gi8nFc16n7aEVjCPvoK3IN_ewwqzRFFDg-4ABlH/s600/20149%20Onde%20%C3%A9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="506" height="483" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxZRNaSzdmQMOCIwKMmSunH9_IzMl6abLeHieQNkx248TiCVkfK1hmo3-l027iobdbJ1dIrOOTjSQpalk6vS28S6PoZ_5bNI8ica6Tx-53KBrbhIm4KCshRhtCB2oGvrrYTKffB4DmU5yyU8136lIX5Gi8nFc16n7aEVjCPvoK3IN_ewwqzRFFDg-4ABlH/w407-h483/20149%20Onde%20%C3%A9.jpg" width="407" /></a></div><br /><b style="font-size: large;">FOTO 6</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-size: large;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidp3UNBeU_03KQjLOC4UuKKq3yuypBlGgMv7mbukW2XT4CfqQ0_s6ufRhcXUajsM0Ia0yi9U8J6_dV3u9cVxNo6KIkjM9O8tPN7WRoLw_d_BFrAQX9I-5FrFc5UMU7vlE2oqqEyutui9-UWARHDi9RXc5GnT3M8R812FMInNgCr3jfM10VkPC13rPV1BAp/s511/19891%20Onde%20%C3%A9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="511" data-original-width="382" height="541" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidp3UNBeU_03KQjLOC4UuKKq3yuypBlGgMv7mbukW2XT4CfqQ0_s6ufRhcXUajsM0Ia0yi9U8J6_dV3u9cVxNo6KIkjM9O8tPN7WRoLw_d_BFrAQX9I-5FrFc5UMU7vlE2oqqEyutui9-UWARHDi9RXc5GnT3M8R812FMInNgCr3jfM10VkPC13rPV1BAp/w404-h541/19891%20Onde%20%C3%A9.JPG" width="404" /></a></div><br /><b style="font-size: large;">FOTO 7</b></div><p></p>Saudades do Riohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16099186743746313132noreply@blogger.com80tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588481406178513345.post-25750862104346807222024-03-06T07:00:00.019-03:002024-03-06T07:00:00.127-03:00AVENTURAS NO RIO<p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">O Rio sempre foi cenário
para aventureiros e esportistas praticarem esportes de certo risco. Vamos ver
alguns deles nesta postagem.</span></span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjClZwWEX5HXoQ2bWD98Jx4PL9_YFFEwH3m9o8inC8vo2fs-EURTgAw7-Y3S89xZIbWFPip9VuiSdXaQ8pLo25CTHHlusde_t657Dfq-3zdWgya25PcIEAwcjY_J8Q3meipITBE7icyp0-Yr0bfOa7gr2BmP9dj15WWLVTGkz0Y4_4JpPWjPEtWWoJAeMVX/s500/2698%20HDHamann%20PUB.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="313" data-original-width="500" height="362" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjClZwWEX5HXoQ2bWD98Jx4PL9_YFFEwH3m9o8inC8vo2fs-EURTgAw7-Y3S89xZIbWFPip9VuiSdXaQ8pLo25CTHHlusde_t657Dfq-3zdWgya25PcIEAwcjY_J8Q3meipITBE7icyp0-Yr0bfOa7gr2BmP9dj15WWLVTGkz0Y4_4JpPWjPEtWWoJAeMVX/w579-h362/2698%20HDHamann%20PUB.jpg" width="579" /></a></b></div><b><br /></b><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 1:</span> Vemos Hugo Dutra Hamann junto de seu hidroavião, no Fluminense Yatch
Club, hoje Iate Clube do Rio de Janeiro. Podemos observar o Morro do Pasmado,
hoje oculto, deste ângulo, pelos altos edifícios da região. O DAC, em decreto
de outubro de 1945, pôs fim à pratica de aviação no Fluminense Yatch Club.</span></span></b><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY4zUEpK7YAc2fzpUuwm6wMLorJio0ob7WIi15OcBvujkt3OnTEdn1nny0pvV2wg5z0XFixWKgGTve-b508hlplPEczmAy2Oqo34LSaD2pM4cJ4m3E034L1GC3InrJyWYh7ja9sCAnDxK6t8I2a2knxuzlG3oaJ7_Xs2Wqp0EgKcZv-Z9SsSyaA5ygDFkn/s644/16201%20Asa%20Delta.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="644" data-original-width="484" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY4zUEpK7YAc2fzpUuwm6wMLorJio0ob7WIi15OcBvujkt3OnTEdn1nny0pvV2wg5z0XFixWKgGTve-b508hlplPEczmAy2Oqo34LSaD2pM4cJ4m3E034L1GC3InrJyWYh7ja9sCAnDxK6t8I2a2knxuzlG3oaJ7_Xs2Wqp0EgKcZv-Z9SsSyaA5ygDFkn/w360-h480/16201%20Asa%20Delta.JPG" width="360" /></a></span></b></div><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 2:</span> </span></span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Uma asa delta sobrevoa
São Conrado em 1978. O grego Yannis Tomas foi um dos precursores da Asa Delta.
Em 1969 junto com o australiano Bill Moyes e sobre um projeto do engenheiro
aeronáutico Francis Rogallo, construiu uma Asa Delta. Em 1972 ele realizou um
voo de 35 minutos passando pela Torre Eiffel, depois pelo Champs-Elysées, em
Paris.</span></span></b><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">No Rio, nos anos 70,
Stephan de Ségonzac pulou do Corcovado para o “Fantástico”. Ficou amigo de
Sérgio Bernardes, que o levou a um terreno nos arredores da Pedra Bonita e o
incentivou a pular dali.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p>
<p class="9-o5y" style="margin: 0cm; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Ségonzac havia escolhido para o
primeiro voo oficial no Rio o Pão de Açúcar. Mas como não houve autorização
para este local, escolheu o Corcovado. O voo durou 6 minutos e 30 segundos até
o pouso na pista do Jockey Clube. Foi um sucesso quando a filmagem do voo foi
exibida no “Fantástico”.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="9-o5y" style="margin: 0cm; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></b></p><p class="9-o5y" style="margin: 0cm; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></p><p class="9-o5y" style="margin: 0cm; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIUn_yC-XMeLcC_LWNIGomgkLy3ICvx7MROqo10btCNg9zRTwISoS0abPMwf4LNQCMU1yYVC0oeMFjIm8FMeK3khwumy3n12kVsHQqcgxvP0BfepSNVus2-oiKFsYc2Mk_OThKNFDa5KQcpNYjCvttWTg8RZlDBcErojP-Gm9FIqEPyR1DEWvLqIhJs-Qf/s1241/7738Asadelta.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="811" data-original-width="1241" height="381" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIUn_yC-XMeLcC_LWNIGomgkLy3ICvx7MROqo10btCNg9zRTwISoS0abPMwf4LNQCMU1yYVC0oeMFjIm8FMeK3khwumy3n12kVsHQqcgxvP0BfepSNVus2-oiKFsYc2Mk_OThKNFDa5KQcpNYjCvttWTg8RZlDBcErojP-Gm9FIqEPyR1DEWvLqIhJs-Qf/w584-h381/7738Asadelta.jpg" width="584" /></a></b></div><b><br /></b><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 3:</span> Ségonzac, algum tempo d</span></span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">epois, emprestou a Asa Delta para um revendedor de automóveis, Luiz Claudio Mattos, cuja foto vemos numa edição da "Revista de Domingo".</span></span></b><p></p><div><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></b></div><p class="9-o5y" style="margin: 0cm; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></b></p><p class="9-o5y" style="margin: 0cm; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjysF4lTnFz_7N_qXASp0eH1i43qITs64dRSEVW2-X1Dodnmo8EC6ZZG9GREMtpf8Pa8ZjT0X7ETW6vc4l1Wd0q5K7w7GQ8IaRp1itx8-S0OJP793wGE9IiaBdt6VQS3aNJ5EIxxJ6q7W1s6aJTrJVTDs59zl5IModVZsuieumD1c7TFA-4dJ75-Vb11SqJ/s416/20151%20Papagaio.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="416" data-original-width="302" height="524" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjysF4lTnFz_7N_qXASp0eH1i43qITs64dRSEVW2-X1Dodnmo8EC6ZZG9GREMtpf8Pa8ZjT0X7ETW6vc4l1Wd0q5K7w7GQ8IaRp1itx8-S0OJP793wGE9IiaBdt6VQS3aNJ5EIxxJ6q7W1s6aJTrJVTDs59zl5IModVZsuieumD1c7TFA-4dJ75-Vb11SqJ/w380-h524/20151%20Papagaio.JPG" width="380" /></a></b></div><b><br /></b><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 4:</span> </span></span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Era o ano de 1967 e
Antero de Carvalho, professor de esqui aquático no Clube de Regatas Guanabara, construiu
após observar modelos norte-americanos este tipo de "esqui-voador" no Rio.</span></span></b><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">O “Ícaro de Botafogo”, de
nacionalidade portuguesa, construiu este modelo de 27 quilos. Uma armação de
alumínio e asas de “drycon”, um tecido importado, é puxado por uma lancha a 25
milhas por hora. Sua oficina ficava na Rua Visconde Silva, em Botafogo.</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Muitos anos depois o "Kitesurf" passou a ser praticado no Rio.</span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix6YWTItjNLaMUqlpckFo7RoIecSq0hyphenhyphenXchyphenhyphen-Tg8gsq59JdR40EhyphenhyphenKDe_OCNl9rmH-3Uw3QR8GVZLS2myIZ2KqKysv4IvBsZCi_xzb8UToNIU_e4FVox194AEAuye6fzIOJ9xQ_LllIcLV9XBrBmPkFeok07gIn2dPGwnTHUTIrmQ_ZgxfqG16wc_HE9w8/s1907/2756%20Moton%C3%A1utica.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1907" data-original-width="1661" height="557" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix6YWTItjNLaMUqlpckFo7RoIecSq0hyphenhyphenXchyphenhyphen-Tg8gsq59JdR40EhyphenhyphenKDe_OCNl9rmH-3Uw3QR8GVZLS2myIZ2KqKysv4IvBsZCi_xzb8UToNIU_e4FVox194AEAuye6fzIOJ9xQ_LllIcLV9XBrBmPkFeok07gIn2dPGwnTHUTIrmQ_ZgxfqG16wc_HE9w8/w486-h557/2756%20Moton%C3%A1utica.jpg" width="486" /></a></span></b></div><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></b><b style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 5:</span> </span></span></b><b style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Nesta fotografia vemos uma prova de motonáutica nas águas da Lagoa
Rodrigo de Freitas, na década de 50. Em destaque a embarcação de Paulo Hugo
participando de um esporte que era comum nas águas da Lagoa até recentemente.
Nos últimos anos desapareceram dali estas provas, acho que por pressão dos
órgãos de Meio Ambiente, já que o barulho dos motores perturbaria a fauna
local. A partir de um trabalho realizado por Mario Moscatelli, o de recuperação
do manguezal nas margens da Lagoa, houve um significativo aumento do número de
aves, com o aparecimento de biguás, garças, socós, frangos d´água, entre
outras.</span></span></b><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqGKDK1iHEd6PVjGEArIgEeeF9qTPM7pSvWVou2V7qbkQa9IxcV7bf8Wg5R1_BFN2m3ZcZrQXtnggYE1axxcPcrRaFJJWXTDy52c6nXy9sMvJRe7uv3Ptm0KHfdfkwfv1b1g7VrubyAL_Al7XQ4pjU9aMjb0EREAvQWJMxSYXcTEPJTGveQCke3dj6xey7/s477/20160%20Surfe.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="413" data-original-width="477" height="498" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqGKDK1iHEd6PVjGEArIgEeeF9qTPM7pSvWVou2V7qbkQa9IxcV7bf8Wg5R1_BFN2m3ZcZrQXtnggYE1axxcPcrRaFJJWXTDy52c6nXy9sMvJRe7uv3Ptm0KHfdfkwfv1b1g7VrubyAL_Al7XQ4pjU9aMjb0EREAvQWJMxSYXcTEPJTGveQCke3dj6xey7/w575-h498/20160%20Surfe.JPG" width="575" /></a></span></b></div><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><br /></span></b><b style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 6:</span> </span></span></b><b style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Nomes como Bocão, Pepê, Friedman, Rico, Otávio, Maraca, eram as "feras" do surfe, com essas pranchas, nos anos 70.</span></span></b><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></b></p>Saudades do Riohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16099186743746313132noreply@blogger.com64tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588481406178513345.post-49479282197940966552024-03-04T07:00:00.020-03:002024-03-04T07:00:00.158-03:00GARIMPAGENS NA PRAÇA XV<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Lá atrás, por volta de 2006/2010, no começo dos FRA - Fotologs do Rio Antigo, a cada quinze dias nos encontrávamos sábado pela manhã na Feira da Praça XV. Decourt, Tumminelli, JBAN, Derani, Rouen, éramos os mais assíduos.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Era um tempo em que ainda não havia a Hemeroteca Digital da BN, nem o SIAN com os diversos acervos de fotos dos jornais cariocas. A alternativa eram raros livros sobre o Rio Antigo e a busca pelos sebos.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Há pouco tempo, lá mesmo na Praça XV, o jornalista Rafael Cosme descobriu uma mina de ouro: milhares de negativos de fotos familiares por um preço irrisório.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Fotos do acervo dele já foram publicadas por aqui. Hoje temos mais algumas.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Rafael Cosme já foi tema de reportagens nos jornais "O Dia", "O Globo", na revista "Veja" e até, como me informou o GMA, no jornal "The New York Times".</b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkCmGUYfORaseK3UVG3tS1AS-DESRa-wfQlmjx-t4LU0iD6LuJ89D-sBjIx0-j4jn8IQa6Ebrv2AH4UvfyMRLIocqUXui5FZ_Xz9QG3leId0nV1gfX52a2Q9bkI5XGTGzkOlUQMJV8BLOZmpvhd_-5OIzRZzb5EJDUu7O90XTiM_vtB_3iRC1gyECGWSGu/s702/20131%20Carnaval.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="472" data-original-width="702" height="372" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkCmGUYfORaseK3UVG3tS1AS-DESRa-wfQlmjx-t4LU0iD6LuJ89D-sBjIx0-j4jn8IQa6Ebrv2AH4UvfyMRLIocqUXui5FZ_Xz9QG3leId0nV1gfX52a2Q9bkI5XGTGzkOlUQMJV8BLOZmpvhd_-5OIzRZzb5EJDUu7O90XTiM_vtB_3iRC1gyECGWSGu/w554-h372/20131%20Carnaval.jpg" width="554" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /><b><span style="color: red;">FOTO 1:</span> O movimento na Cinelândia nos anos 50. A moça em primeiro plano com um saco de confetes e um lança-perfume. O que olha o senhor de terno?</b></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6gmNgewejXJjx_AliY97in8K3HATfcZgETnZJWqx3spd5TRVijlSKrFm260qFloELR_W3VvSF4m32X7M6R_fAEdRs3rV42dzu-kbS7D-4zfwf6b-R3JNjoNRDe9PDsg_gx73oWqigDUSUtAZ4viWrXAfcURG27NeckYynAOqUETrKKAgnZZSSpoKIphI6/s703/20132%20Carnaval.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="495" data-original-width="703" height="399" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6gmNgewejXJjx_AliY97in8K3HATfcZgETnZJWqx3spd5TRVijlSKrFm260qFloELR_W3VvSF4m32X7M6R_fAEdRs3rV42dzu-kbS7D-4zfwf6b-R3JNjoNRDe9PDsg_gx73oWqigDUSUtAZ4viWrXAfcURG27NeckYynAOqUETrKKAgnZZSSpoKIphI6/w568-h399/20132%20Carnaval.jpg" width="568" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><b style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 2:</span> A decoração de carnaval junto à igreja da Candelária.</b><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQTwm-IfKBuxjCoskcrfPBxbAH4ONNsJT3N9nQwv46eolJTB1v64r8Ku8CgFbsyUiaHkzlX4y9Y2F789sFDbOZ-o60r0GLAU7MrQRhcwsfruHmp_NXKPCroH49Bx1kR_m_dJUDFMQNiBe-OnxCqDJsEeb3kgez8c9GXkY_4ZGBW0v5mdaVrSo1yD_ouVo0/s834/20133%20Carnaval.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="559" data-original-width="834" height="397" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQTwm-IfKBuxjCoskcrfPBxbAH4ONNsJT3N9nQwv46eolJTB1v64r8Ku8CgFbsyUiaHkzlX4y9Y2F789sFDbOZ-o60r0GLAU7MrQRhcwsfruHmp_NXKPCroH49Bx1kR_m_dJUDFMQNiBe-OnxCqDJsEeb3kgez8c9GXkY_4ZGBW0v5mdaVrSo1yD_ouVo0/w593-h397/20133%20Carnaval.jpg" width="593" /></a></div><br /><b style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 3:</span> A dura rotina dos PMs na Presidente Vargas...</b><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYAAaIF5Pm9BAySu5gjhbowMT7k8_okE1eH7767mta6n_9COyH9TuI-rQ29OsVvZRwGvQICqMXqzleNuN0eeiDWHEZ-_50uMFCxMmyF2Jmbo7M-O91T8-rRYHBLIg_3Kl-7OV9oy-ktF8eDFe1zXVbWiRH-oHRW7tYcs66QHaRE9-lIiPn-ry0Ph7bx5fr/s1184/20135%20Carnaval%20PM.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1184" data-original-width="828" height="513" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYAAaIF5Pm9BAySu5gjhbowMT7k8_okE1eH7767mta6n_9COyH9TuI-rQ29OsVvZRwGvQICqMXqzleNuN0eeiDWHEZ-_50uMFCxMmyF2Jmbo7M-O91T8-rRYHBLIg_3Kl-7OV9oy-ktF8eDFe1zXVbWiRH-oHRW7tYcs66QHaRE9-lIiPn-ry0Ph7bx5fr/w359-h513/20135%20Carnaval%20PM.jpg" width="359" /></a></div><br /><b style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 4:</span> A dura rotina dos PMs no carnaval de antigamente.</b><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Ry8wyA3RKRHSmEtsyladTc-L95BERl73kOn5HOPTYoHf933omVayTVrQncnfv1-RkabNZarPlv84hyP89mXLxphxdunGg1w5TVaGBlY02dfQayMCwSAcPJip2LBuANtzgdGHXCbbcGu7GvTmBjZlJ8Vq0p3ZAjoPa9D_LOcLobYJNdfZDR0ntQ78IEDi/s828/20136%20Zona%20Sul.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="556" data-original-width="828" height="372" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Ry8wyA3RKRHSmEtsyladTc-L95BERl73kOn5HOPTYoHf933omVayTVrQncnfv1-RkabNZarPlv84hyP89mXLxphxdunGg1w5TVaGBlY02dfQayMCwSAcPJip2LBuANtzgdGHXCbbcGu7GvTmBjZlJ8Vq0p3ZAjoPa9D_LOcLobYJNdfZDR0ntQ78IEDi/w554-h372/20136%20Zona%20Sul.jpg" width="554" /></a></div><br /><b style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 5:</span> Não tenho ideia de onde seria, mas obiscoitomolhado comentará sobre o carro.</b><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP9S8ySqJVZrwjNugbkTUwKPgqzrTKkSSOjBrNvWWXHBZZA446InXN_AeJrb-gt7aoxkTOtk4CLSx-iHMx4LMXoHwFhPgjN_E9SiLvrgWNHJ55A2uBeMkfgzqxu6-mKxUtMqLyfTNERiBiRPhvimsJWM4CrMtaOV2TXsRXuWBQDBIuIaG1c2lUWFO2-gtT/s820/20137%20Moto.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="818" data-original-width="820" height="501" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP9S8ySqJVZrwjNugbkTUwKPgqzrTKkSSOjBrNvWWXHBZZA446InXN_AeJrb-gt7aoxkTOtk4CLSx-iHMx4LMXoHwFhPgjN_E9SiLvrgWNHJ55A2uBeMkfgzqxu6-mKxUtMqLyfTNERiBiRPhvimsJWM4CrMtaOV2TXsRXuWBQDBIuIaG1c2lUWFO2-gtT/w503-h501/20137%20Moto.jpg" width="503" /></a></div><br /><b style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 6:</span> Um motociclista na Penha.</b><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Yj38XKX_sKQ2yOgCgUsQvOu7psXJzScS59Ws9Y593TzK-rdPYO1dgJH1sIVnSPngcj7aKitKFGVxpWXp4Ofww4IvScE9LJxqHPeYwg9X84COlWp_SQMZ5m7MIbtDNjA-3R3bPiyHNQ8ZhbLXnE1mCEkjXxI1FRlnKd2mHd817P-oTS4ihBfODjBTUfD8/s802/20138%20Carnaval.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="546" data-original-width="802" height="422" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Yj38XKX_sKQ2yOgCgUsQvOu7psXJzScS59Ws9Y593TzK-rdPYO1dgJH1sIVnSPngcj7aKitKFGVxpWXp4Ofww4IvScE9LJxqHPeYwg9X84COlWp_SQMZ5m7MIbtDNjA-3R3bPiyHNQ8ZhbLXnE1mCEkjXxI1FRlnKd2mHd817P-oTS4ihBfODjBTUfD8/w619-h422/20138%20Carnaval.jpg" width="619" /></a></div><br /><b style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 7:</span> Os trilhos dos bondes ainda resistiam. O desfile de carnaval era na Presidente Vargas.</b><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaHyIzD6U8ZHjmF_62_qzLKaUHT41lvinuyaDcqaP3WFmCuX2_o4Aa66Tgf0KlGouWvF8BT5QoPS-e9hgYLXM9OTR9MlWYmP7N8NMOmcE2xD9e71lLyO0USEZlUdBy0dbLmVlCo-e7sZdl9zrubK4GU6fU5jAqkpG7HXSF6LZ_pHsmaS4znviOXXe10fGY/s828/20145%20Hotel%20Gl%C3%B3ria.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="595" data-original-width="828" height="382" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaHyIzD6U8ZHjmF_62_qzLKaUHT41lvinuyaDcqaP3WFmCuX2_o4Aa66Tgf0KlGouWvF8BT5QoPS-e9hgYLXM9OTR9MlWYmP7N8NMOmcE2xD9e71lLyO0USEZlUdBy0dbLmVlCo-e7sZdl9zrubK4GU6fU5jAqkpG7HXSF6LZ_pHsmaS4znviOXXe10fGY/w532-h382/20145%20Hotel%20Gl%C3%B3ria.jpg" width="532" /></a></div><br /><b style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 8: </span></b><b style="font-size: large;">A piscina do Hotel Glória em seus tempos áureos.</b><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy7wZ8GGTuG_PuBxqFrSt7Z5uGT52AhrtF6dc55qMZwhMfB9dpsgSM-RpbfP_Xw5uOeeBAjQOaeiNmC4nTjMidCeSouyUzKAi5Cz4fNDfLTQ5JhwcZAx17Y3GzMSPC9AdDUq-1j-uYg6MCzoG8kXpOXGG4FJEa4A8NUDYZyeoaSik8pxl8Yqq3FirhhjSW/s841/20156%20Copacabana%20RC.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="513" data-original-width="841" height="377" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy7wZ8GGTuG_PuBxqFrSt7Z5uGT52AhrtF6dc55qMZwhMfB9dpsgSM-RpbfP_Xw5uOeeBAjQOaeiNmC4nTjMidCeSouyUzKAi5Cz4fNDfLTQ5JhwcZAx17Y3GzMSPC9AdDUq-1j-uYg6MCzoG8kXpOXGG4FJEa4A8NUDYZyeoaSik8pxl8Yqq3FirhhjSW/w618-h377/20156%20Copacabana%20RC.JPG" width="618" /></a></div><br /><b style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 9: </span></b><b style="font-size: large;">O Copacabana Palace.</b><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHV9upwiL_GvgX-L_6kqna1cc3aJ2jt5XAmXUeDlYVk6gAwO2ESFfZ49FzJ30lkQTqiffb8_h_dG6-6lsjkYhu5llHOAFmQOdOUZX-Mcf3caiSll_IosYsTlHnpX8z88-c0rFiDL-rBsWtcZleP_CVobWGQ_gdoBB2JbCJwQJyWkMiRfkoDxVh1vKuNdnP/s960/13212%20Ipanema%20Arpoador.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="960" height="367" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHV9upwiL_GvgX-L_6kqna1cc3aJ2jt5XAmXUeDlYVk6gAwO2ESFfZ49FzJ30lkQTqiffb8_h_dG6-6lsjkYhu5llHOAFmQOdOUZX-Mcf3caiSll_IosYsTlHnpX8z88-c0rFiDL-rBsWtcZleP_CVobWGQ_gdoBB2JbCJwQJyWkMiRfkoDxVh1vKuNdnP/w552-h367/13212%20Ipanema%20Arpoador.jpg" width="552" /></a></div><br /><b style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 10: </span></b><b style="font-size: large;"> </b><b style="font-size: large;">Uma das mais belas vistas do Rio. Pedra da Gávea, Dois Irmãos e o Leblon sem arranha-céus na orla, vistos a partir do Arpoador.</b><p></p><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSgHEv-1UNlDPp09aGPR7j46tQIe2Gs4BBPxWxIR5f8R8lkFVuK2bdykkczA6q4V5OveFy1IXrJJQID1NrF27SukVTYYJr2RucxycX7Z76fw5EINqhahEAtznmQkgjYwfEQgQLsVeVLtK9nvm-mfWZehb98zpEfqUjwZqwQgKX8Z9rTpuktxEeTtYYXWHx/s1187/20157%20Bar%C3%A3o%20de%20jaguaripe.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="676" data-original-width="1187" height="373" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSgHEv-1UNlDPp09aGPR7j46tQIe2Gs4BBPxWxIR5f8R8lkFVuK2bdykkczA6q4V5OveFy1IXrJJQID1NrF27SukVTYYJr2RucxycX7Z76fw5EINqhahEAtznmQkgjYwfEQgQLsVeVLtK9nvm-mfWZehb98zpEfqUjwZqwQgKX8Z9rTpuktxEeTtYYXWHx/w656-h373/20157%20Bar%C3%A3o%20de%20jaguaripe.jpg" width="656" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-size: large; text-align: left;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 11: </span></b><b style="font-size: large; text-align: left;"> </b><b style="font-size: large; text-align: left;">Vemos a Rua Barão de Jaguaripe, em Ipanema, no ano de 1940. A segunda casa à esquerda era de tios da tia Nalu, que tem ótimas recordações dos primos com os quais infernizava a vida dos que passavam sob aquela varandinha e dos jogos de bola de gude nos canteiros.</b></div></div>Saudades do Riohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16099186743746313132noreply@blogger.com50tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588481406178513345.post-14110875080268430782024-02-29T07:00:00.001-03:002024-02-29T07:00:00.149-03:00ONDE É?<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilZEjoUNQwrPeKisv_836C2PexX1FyO5_0sXerQVyKbVrg42857FT4o7tHPxeIkojorLMRo1LqeqxaFFKJT-7horNus3IuHWF3cKu0m5WrgoiSqWj-fGUchS-IXk008O6bGeOpLGosZ-1yTXHYUDnta6g49MYowu-pkKJt6M7C19zkasUb77QKj3zfQeaU/s633/19819%20Onde%20%C3%A9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="548" data-original-width="633" height="461" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilZEjoUNQwrPeKisv_836C2PexX1FyO5_0sXerQVyKbVrg42857FT4o7tHPxeIkojorLMRo1LqeqxaFFKJT-7horNus3IuHWF3cKu0m5WrgoiSqWj-fGUchS-IXk008O6bGeOpLGosZ-1yTXHYUDnta6g49MYowu-pkKJt6M7C19zkasUb77QKj3zfQeaU/w532-h461/19819%20Onde%20%C3%A9.JPG" width="532" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">FOTO 1 ( de Piotr Ilowiecki)</span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_P-VS_MqmudASwtL7n_ouolMVGTxSyLziB_yR1R5ZmRSKiQMBYDGpE046V-7le0tr03mkewD2BoTlD7xoWrmsOkP0tKTSM0a5hRvUwSu1G8h57fxhnCekC5ldwPZASFJv0yQxgScwCyn8DmXaDnEzTUjHOoqBkbor1jW3G1FnqHKuBfd3Tbvht3a7aRgg/s622/19863%20Onde%20%C3%A9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="512" data-original-width="622" height="421" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_P-VS_MqmudASwtL7n_ouolMVGTxSyLziB_yR1R5ZmRSKiQMBYDGpE046V-7le0tr03mkewD2BoTlD7xoWrmsOkP0tKTSM0a5hRvUwSu1G8h57fxhnCekC5ldwPZASFJv0yQxgScwCyn8DmXaDnEzTUjHOoqBkbor1jW3G1FnqHKuBfd3Tbvht3a7aRgg/w513-h421/19863%20Onde%20%C3%A9.JPG" width="513" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">FOTO 2 ( acervo Correio da Manhã)</span></b></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT5BTymdH8MMx-jKU-OigKo4png3LdAmg6RM0AuIk5J6kPrGzwlm9njHQ8AjK_jBd562oZ6B5vUUvkaQ9Bx9shlXj3A-3OiN1kmjPtUIBLo3dmxMKKu_jDiqOH73GKKzUjXOPls72C4GY3Gn19_cJbmnYFLrSVEUS5jn68RmdzTHQQRpWKY15NLqyKJpsC/s750/19871%20Onde%20%C3%A9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="303" data-original-width="750" height="246" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT5BTymdH8MMx-jKU-OigKo4png3LdAmg6RM0AuIk5J6kPrGzwlm9njHQ8AjK_jBd562oZ6B5vUUvkaQ9Bx9shlXj3A-3OiN1kmjPtUIBLo3dmxMKKu_jDiqOH73GKKzUjXOPls72C4GY3Gn19_cJbmnYFLrSVEUS5jn68RmdzTHQQRpWKY15NLqyKJpsC/w611-h246/19871%20Onde%20%C3%A9.JPG" width="611" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <b><span style="font-size: medium;">FOTO 3 ( acervo Correio da Manhã)</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK39mj8NfTGpSdbzL3Djp4CVTgrIJzD43iKGLtlbvx62PZvNEgZ29uliIMKxeX85U5OAKREDZUJpmia7y0zYpecikmbzKpRMACWQ_VMjzLhQN8HQXuzXXPYM3C500lgbuEEnyyMAD8mq4bKQNPBCNuwBJ6aZjr-U1KwJ9b8RSLklBNl2Cp4ckU5hnInJGJ/s771/20139%20Posto%20Esso.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="579" data-original-width="771" height="445" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK39mj8NfTGpSdbzL3Djp4CVTgrIJzD43iKGLtlbvx62PZvNEgZ29uliIMKxeX85U5OAKREDZUJpmia7y0zYpecikmbzKpRMACWQ_VMjzLhQN8HQXuzXXPYM3C500lgbuEEnyyMAD8mq4bKQNPBCNuwBJ6aZjr-U1KwJ9b8RSLklBNl2Cp4ckU5hnInJGJ/w593-h445/20139%20Posto%20Esso.jpg" width="593" /></a></div><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 1:</span> Inaugurado em 1946, o
posto de serviço Esso Mauá ficava na esquina da Av. Venezuela com Sacadura
Cabral. Pertencia a Luiz P. Fonseca e, além de
abastecimento de combustível, tinha uma loja com produtos para carros e caminhões,
filtros de óleo Fram, Velas Swanite, Acumuladores Atlas, Borracha Lockheed para
freios e peças em geral. Telefone era 23-0583.</span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Em seu lugar atualmente temos o
Edifício Aliança, construído por Roberto Moreira Penna, para a Empresa Aliança
de Navegação, que ocupava os últimos andares.</span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Foto do acervo do Tumminelli. </span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhySokEFj_poq6Y8Cbgms-ZSSOHEch3Pvk329nE5re4mI5JpRvtVLNEIrFDJf_6WHuODixq-gEmto_AMEeJc0ekeBGlx681oA5u-w_1FbMd-l-B7AErGBwYa-34E2NIGRVRBg1SCzGtjHnYmuuHFeE1sziUWXksLEePmHepf7qBKL37ObNLMK5daECsFsbZ/s500/20140%20Posto%20gasolina.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="353" data-original-width="500" height="405" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhySokEFj_poq6Y8Cbgms-ZSSOHEch3Pvk329nE5re4mI5JpRvtVLNEIrFDJf_6WHuODixq-gEmto_AMEeJc0ekeBGlx681oA5u-w_1FbMd-l-B7AErGBwYa-34E2NIGRVRBg1SCzGtjHnYmuuHFeE1sziUWXksLEePmHepf7qBKL37ObNLMK5daECsFsbZ/w574-h405/20140%20Posto%20gasolina.jpg" width="574" /></a></b></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 2:</span> A foto foi publicada há muitos anos no fotolog "Saudades do Rio - </span></span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">O Clone" e muito se especulou sobre sua localização. Seria Praça da
Bandeira? Ou na 24 de Maio? Não se chegou a uma conclusão.</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6cBztUdM9811-C8z7v3J2AVn1L0JWIx5BQ6AgEQ8xDqtEOuxwvozJUrkuNWPypN-jnSb3yxw5mn212g2WEgyIIXtNhrI22E6TQ8cid_AIu7RfUyn4N5xAm0knAzYHENpD_4OFWUPw5AVwsKGV79vdQ_FHBSsBuxm1PZs37GPsmy6KsgKc4rgP_GrU8Ub1/s452/20141%20Posto%20Shell.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="293" data-original-width="452" height="389" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6cBztUdM9811-C8z7v3J2AVn1L0JWIx5BQ6AgEQ8xDqtEOuxwvozJUrkuNWPypN-jnSb3yxw5mn212g2WEgyIIXtNhrI22E6TQ8cid_AIu7RfUyn4N5xAm0knAzYHENpD_4OFWUPw5AVwsKGV79vdQ_FHBSsBuxm1PZs37GPsmy6KsgKc4rgP_GrU8Ub1/w602-h389/20141%20Posto%20Shell.jpg" width="602" /></a></b></div><b><br /></b><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 3:</span> </span></span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Do acervo do Derani, esta
foto da década de 70, mostra um posto Shell em Cascadura. Ao fundo vemos um
cartaz com uma famosa campanha publicitária da Shell com o Wilson Simonal.</span></span></b><p></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Shell com ICA! Shell
exceeede! <o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ICA significa “Ignition
Control Additive”, um aditivo à base de fósforo para evitar depósitos nas velas
de ignição<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;">
</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">O Simonal era contratado
da Shell desde o início dos anos 60, tanto que seu primeiro LP chamava-se “Wilson
Simonal tem algo mais...”, justamente como o mote publicitário da Shell na
ocasião: “Shell tem algo mais...”.</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFT3c4nGbBGYfHaI90kInQGax0UMDJa3FchXgpSr70vvvxkYUf0MnUODErne0XQHwCPEIzCSvcVEAj_OVdiOEZ1zoEwdhmjJZqbcv_DBV3Gp1QfAOZR1QWR9qTBLQB_SPWd6_JTZ51H4yV2llnwWcPXwDmeEqDjZJfKuSdfQjRioluhEVcjVFsbiG5jcAp/s960/8932PostoClaude.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="649" data-original-width="960" height="411" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFT3c4nGbBGYfHaI90kInQGax0UMDJa3FchXgpSr70vvvxkYUf0MnUODErne0XQHwCPEIzCSvcVEAj_OVdiOEZ1zoEwdhmjJZqbcv_DBV3Gp1QfAOZR1QWR9qTBLQB_SPWd6_JTZ51H4yV2llnwWcPXwDmeEqDjZJfKuSdfQjRioluhEVcjVFsbiG5jcAp/w609-h411/8932PostoClaude.jpg" width="609" /></a></b></div><b><br /></b><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 4:</span> Vemos u</span></span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">m dos postos de
gasolina construídos na década de 70 na Avenida Atlântica com sua configuração
original, em 1972.</span></span></b><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Quanto ao aproveitamento
do espaço conseguido com o aterro feito em Copacabana me pergunto por que não foram feitas garagens
subterrâneas, algo que Copacabana tanto necessitava, em vez destes postos de
gasolina? Aliás, se existe um lugar mais inadequado ao serviço de abastecimento e
manutenção de veículos é o canteiro central de uma das praias mais bonitas do
mundo.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-ZYQnILIDefTEPAbGRm38qkTwfzJgAlDJdHgjm6E7yxLEnOlslR-ar4WHxqWjRZuJUe5fAp50f1fmMlAJRmrj0ZAIY2b5lpVHX0U12Tq648dA7gNuWaH4VW8gb01JPgk1zvLcqbPTQoBXNWfAhQmndzEz5Hc95JmtPPutsFdZAHdRjgu-bBd-K5Lw5rAP/s608/8932PostoClaude.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="411" data-original-width="608" height="438" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-ZYQnILIDefTEPAbGRm38qkTwfzJgAlDJdHgjm6E7yxLEnOlslR-ar4WHxqWjRZuJUe5fAp50f1fmMlAJRmrj0ZAIY2b5lpVHX0U12Tq648dA7gNuWaH4VW8gb01JPgk1zvLcqbPTQoBXNWfAhQmndzEz5Hc95JmtPPutsFdZAHdRjgu-bBd-K5Lw5rAP/w649-h438/8932PostoClaude.jpg" width="649" /></a></span></b></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><b style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 4:</span> Foto acima, conforme bem observou o Mário, estava "espelhada". Agora, após demissão do novo estagiário (este não durou nem uma semana), aí está a foto correta.</span></span></b></span></b></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiMDarAQfZ3MrIiTHdfNHuX4DbSWlyjwx5xTmAGdpz7-5RgBtB9FwDN219JxYv4NOtgJKToWVuQCb85I-0do2yYynJnzbSWy3Lo_OYaLUSlVUYt7qDu9GjVmgGVa__78rIzR8XCo1p-porbSFwV7nVWRsA7s7Z_BRhQiI7bZ_-Rpc5gsTLAjqbeV8cI9kv/s2391/1792%20Posto%20Ipiranga.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1575" data-original-width="2391" height="396" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiMDarAQfZ3MrIiTHdfNHuX4DbSWlyjwx5xTmAGdpz7-5RgBtB9FwDN219JxYv4NOtgJKToWVuQCb85I-0do2yYynJnzbSWy3Lo_OYaLUSlVUYt7qDu9GjVmgGVa__78rIzR8XCo1p-porbSFwV7nVWRsA7s7Z_BRhQiI7bZ_-Rpc5gsTLAjqbeV8cI9kv/w601-h396/1792%20Posto%20Ipiranga.jpg" width="601" /></a></b></div><b><br /></b><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 5:</span> </span></span></b><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;">Esta foto mostra o Posto
Ipiranga, na esquina do Corte do Cantagalo com a Avenida Epitácio Pessoa, em
1959. Era um tempo em que o tráfego de automóveis na Lagoa era reduzidíssimo
(praticamente nulo após as 20 horas) e que tinha, neste posto, o único estabelecimento
comercial além do Bar Lagoa, em todo o trecho entre o Jardim de Alá e o Corte
do Cantagalo. No final da década de 1960, aí abastecia de gasolina e tratava
com carinho o meu primeiro fusca. Nesta época, nem </span><span style="text-align: start; white-space-collapse: preserve;">todos tínhamos telefone, dada a dificuldade de se </span></span></b><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: start; white-space-collapse: preserve;">obter uma linha. Nem lembro de quantas vezes fui usar o telefone público do </span></span></b><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: start; white-space-collapse: preserve;">posto, daqueles antigos, com ficha telefônica comprada no balcão. </span></span></b><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: start; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Durante muito </span></span></b><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: start; white-space-collapse: preserve;">tempo este posto Ipiranga distribuiu um exemplar do JB para seus fregueses, uma </span></span></b><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: start; white-space-collapse: preserve;">novidade na época. </span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: start; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Era, também, a salvação na volta da praia de Copacabana: </span></span></b><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: start; white-space-collapse: preserve;">como íamos descalços para a praia e a calçada da descida do Corte do Cantagalo </span></span></b><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: start; white-space-collapse: preserve;">para a Lagoa pegava fogo na hora da volta, vínhamos correndo e chegávamos no </span></span></b><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: start; white-space-collapse: preserve;">posto com a sola dos pés queimando, buscando abrigo no "box" de </span></span></b><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: start; white-space-collapse: preserve;">lubrificação. </span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: start; white-space-collapse: preserve;">O posto sobreviveu até os anos 90, quando</span></span></b><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: start; white-space-collapse: preserve;">foi demolido para dar lugar a um arranha-céu.</span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuFLzAZph6Wyd7vkFnf5BQYdgQoNTriqNJCwXm9r6R3UUhrQGyQDwyVYPId7OrbSR-OFM2-UtttGIgqRoDg78MwWbRMV7TSBCoSUvyZG_qQeWPBPGA5QjIhLViEQFJx6kxW-VADi4zePYPPglYXatIX5NaA-uh0NE2okMxdiNaXsueiGR58UNCwH0V26P0/s618/20142%20Posto%20Canec%C3%A3o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="405" data-original-width="618" height="376" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuFLzAZph6Wyd7vkFnf5BQYdgQoNTriqNJCwXm9r6R3UUhrQGyQDwyVYPId7OrbSR-OFM2-UtttGIgqRoDg78MwWbRMV7TSBCoSUvyZG_qQeWPBPGA5QjIhLViEQFJx6kxW-VADi4zePYPPglYXatIX5NaA-uh0NE2okMxdiNaXsueiGR58UNCwH0V26P0/w573-h376/20142%20Posto%20Canec%C3%A3o.jpg" width="573" /></a></span></b></div><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><b style="color: red;"><span style="line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 6: </span></span></span></b><b><span style="line-height: 107%;"> Foto colorizada pelo Conde di Lido, mostrando a região do lado de Botafogo do Tunel Novo, em meados da
década de 60 (há um ônibus elétrico à direita), ainda antes do Rio-Sul.</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="line-height: 107%;">Vemos ao lado do Posto Esso (era de propriedade do Sr. Frederico C. Melo,
proprietário de outros postos, inclusive do que abrigava a boate Fred's), o Solar da Fossa e, mais adiante, a Igreja de Santa Terezinha. Depois veio o Rio-Sul, que conviveu com o posto de gasolina por algum tempo, até este ser desativado e ser construída uma expansão do "shopping". À direita, vemos ainda casas onde hoje estão os arranha-céus da
"Morada do Sol". Ainda à direita podem ser vistos o </span><span style="text-align: start; white-space-collapse: preserve;">prédio do DASP e, logo depois da Ladeira do Leme e o </span></b><b style="background-color: #f0f2f5;"><span style="text-align: start; white-space-collapse: preserve;"> Hospital São Zacarias. </span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: #f0f2f5;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiizOLVh8yzv-pdQFf4KmrJMdp0ABxxr_L5foXeD5gOf1gJeQSzJ2M0r_Xstk4THIQlIlO_FZyjN0NROfJ63bVVV3E6Z5Z3QEXuGZF-Y21CFPFsgtL4EN7e5W3uaGJ2k1sGRkeDJ3WLNIJ0NzfeAqXKNHdk-FcyStXPovy7CPROy01F4E_nc8LptLXkF_0p/s843/20143%20Posto%20Leblon.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="515" data-original-width="843" height="352" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiizOLVh8yzv-pdQFf4KmrJMdp0ABxxr_L5foXeD5gOf1gJeQSzJ2M0r_Xstk4THIQlIlO_FZyjN0NROfJ63bVVV3E6Z5Z3QEXuGZF-Y21CFPFsgtL4EN7e5W3uaGJ2k1sGRkeDJ3WLNIJ0NzfeAqXKNHdk-FcyStXPovy7CPROy01F4E_nc8LptLXkF_0p/w579-h352/20143%20Posto%20Leblon.jpg" width="579" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b style="color: red;"><span style="line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 7: </span></span></span></b><b><span style="line-height: 107%;">A foto, do
Arquivo Nacional, mostra a Avenida Delfim Moreira, no Leblon, em 1967, esquina
da Rua Cupertino Durão. Vemos, à direita, o Posto Esso que acabou, como
esperado, sucumbindo à especulação imobiliária poucos anos depois, assim como o
“Postinho”, na esquina da Epitácio Pessoa, e o Posto Shell, na confluência
Vieira Souto/Rainha Elizabeth. Além dos já citados havia no Arpoador um posto
do Exército com uma ou duas bombas (gasolina? diesel?) e, no outro extremo,
havia na Praça Ataualpa no final do Leblon uma bomba creio que Ipiranga, além
de um Posto Gulf (depois Texaco) perto da Rua Rainha Guilhermina (ali trabalhou
o Brandão, conhecido mecânico do Leblon). Com a liberação do gabarito para a
construção de arranha-céus em Ipanema e Leblon estes postos de gasolina ficaram
inviáveis. Fuscas, Kombi e um Dauphine aparecem passando pela rua, numa época
em que ainda não havia ciclovia junto à praia e o canteiro central era muito
mais simpático.<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMpPLV5KXH3ePImNO4N1kysds4JZ-ELn_jlRmeXxm2Gxeh0BDoHFWhiPtjqwqa8VPptQVa7eqDzzgO0wlnEwS5CrgQpvD9KdLUF9dUQKAqnT3WXE843aoBRIhStQpPWCmUaK-I1ZjUSMz0wNuouNd8DRWgUtwyLOtK-zhejicekjWTY1Czd9FExq-0HEQm/s640/20144%20Postinho.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="370" data-original-width="640" height="339" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMpPLV5KXH3ePImNO4N1kysds4JZ-ELn_jlRmeXxm2Gxeh0BDoHFWhiPtjqwqa8VPptQVa7eqDzzgO0wlnEwS5CrgQpvD9KdLUF9dUQKAqnT3WXE843aoBRIhStQpPWCmUaK-I1ZjUSMz0wNuouNd8DRWgUtwyLOtK-zhejicekjWTY1Czd9FExq-0HEQm/w588-h339/20144%20Postinho.jpg" width="588" /></a></b></div><b><br /></b><b style="color: red;">FOTO 8: </b><b><span style="line-height: 107%;">Montagem de Michel Meckler Postinho mostrando o "Postinho", no Jardim de Alá, em sua primeira e em sua última configuração. Inicialmente era e</span></b><b><span style="line-height: 107%;">m estilo neo-colonial. Atualmente há um prédio de apartamentos em seu lugar. </span></b><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="line-height: 107%;">Contou o Jason
Vogel em artigo d´O Globo: "O Postinho, na esquina de Vieira Souto com
Jardim de Alá, começou a se tornar ponto de encontro da turma que gostava de
carros no começo dos 50. Na época, o Circuito da Gávea (corrida pelas ruas do
Leblon e da Rocinha) ainda era uma prova do automobilismo internacional e a
área era muito menos movimentada do que hoje. Pois uma turma se reunia no posto
– que sempre teve bandeira da Esso – e daí saía pra medir forças. Muitas vezes,
usavam o próprio percurso do Circuito da Gávea para avaliar a preparação dos
motores ou apenas correr por um pouco de adrenalina.</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="line-height: 107%;">O Circuito da Gávea
acabou em 54, mas o "Postinho" continuou a atrair cada vez mais aficionados por
velocidade. Mecânicos, apaixonados por carros, gente que ia trocar uma idéia
sobre preparação ou apenas bater papo. Vieram a indústria nacional, os anos 60,
e cada vez mais gente tinha carro: Simca, Gordini, Karmann-Ghia, DKW e Fusca
roncavam envenenados pela área, antes de partirem para pegas e disputas de
arrancada na deserta Barra da Tijuca.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="line-height: 107%;">No finalzinho dos anos
60, houve uma transformação: com a chegada das motocicletas japonesas ao
Brasil, a turma das quatro rodas deu lugar aos apaixonados por máquinas como
Kawasaki 900, Honda 750 Four, Suzuki 380 ou Yamaha RD350, a “fazedora de
viúvas”… O pessoal se reunia no canteiro do Jardim de Alah, bem na frente do
Posto – não era raro juntar cem motos no local." </span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="line-height: 107%;">Transcrevo um comentário
sobre o "Postinho" feito pelo nosso Conde di Lido: "Guardo na lembrança momentos
incríveis vividos no Postinho no início da década de 60. Ficávamos horas
fazendo ou vendo os amigos fazerem a “curva do postinho” que era entrar no
Jardim de Alá vindo da Vieira Souto. Era um tempo de fartura e, não raro, a gente
gastava um jogo de Pirelli Cinturatto por mês nos nossos Fuscas , DKW, Karmann
Ghias etc…êta saudade braba!!! Onde andarão os meus amigos daquela época? Será
que algum deles visita este flog? Marcio Cambalhota, Tartaruga, Hélio e Décio
Mazza, Paulo Cesar Simas, Mariozinho Kroeff, Dadinho Marcondes Ferraz, Caio
Mauro, Emanuel da Auto Eletro, Norman Casari, Márcio Braga, Fidelis
Amaral, Claudio Lins, Arditti , Theodoro Duvivier… Sei que alguns morreram porém
nem todos conseguiram.Um grande abraço com muitas saudades de vocês e do meu
querido Postinho." </span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="line-height: 107%;">Transcrevo, também, resposta do Gustavo Lemos a este
comentário: "Conde, conheço quase todas as pessoas que vc citou e ainda
tem mais: Amaury Mesquita, Roberto Ebert, Abelardo Milanez, Castrinho, Jorge
Mourão, Biju, Mário Maluco, Neville Larica, Fernando Tavares e muitos outros. O
Dadinho era meu primo e faleceu há três anos. O Arditti a que vc se refere é o
cardiologista Jacques Arditti".<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p></span></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p></p><p></p>Saudades do Riohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16099186743746313132noreply@blogger.com64tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588481406178513345.post-12009924372159022672024-02-24T07:00:00.001-03:002024-02-24T07:00:00.136-03:00DO FUNDO DO BAÚ: FOLGUEDOS DE RUA, por Helio Ribeiro<p><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span> <b><span style="font-size: medium;"> <span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal; text-align: center;"><u><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; line-height: 115%;">FOLGUEDOS
DE RUA</span></u></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><b>Esta postagem recorda
uma série de folguedos de criança que eram praticados na rua. Talvez muitos visitantes
da Zona Sul nunca tenham se divertido com eles, por motivos vários. Alguns dos
folguedos envolviam duplas, outros exigiam dois grupos rivais e outros mais
eram realizados por várias crianças, sem conotação de grupos.<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><b>As descrições e quando
aplicável as regras que citarei são as que nós adotávamos dentro da nossa
patota. Podem variar para outros grupos ou locais.<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><b>Não resisti a rememorar
o modo como brincávamos. São recordações pessoais, diferentes da impessoalidade
que se espera de uma postagem. Sorry.<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><b>Vamos aos folguedos.<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><b>1) <span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u>AMARELINHA<o:p></o:p></u></span></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvGwxrkCwiF7xqX89t6PB8pOFtbY8_y6VjiUnXY3m-fLTHrXVUU67XF7WtoZqWuOmnH6jrvcQc33JbpY6vEzmkx8GxPZWWdWE4a99oInC7tQ82qmbwvqKvY3MmBaYggniYPWE9tq5H7kqim7Yk1XmH8dmVvsWsi5MexoX576jyCDoN1zsxn0-wWSZPR4uw/s1200/amarelinha.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvGwxrkCwiF7xqX89t6PB8pOFtbY8_y6VjiUnXY3m-fLTHrXVUU67XF7WtoZqWuOmnH6jrvcQc33JbpY6vEzmkx8GxPZWWdWE4a99oInC7tQ82qmbwvqKvY3MmBaYggniYPWE9tq5H7kqim7Yk1XmH8dmVvsWsi5MexoX576jyCDoN1zsxn0-wWSZPR4uw/s320/amarelinha.jpg" width="320" /></span></b></a></div><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><b>Dispensa descrições.
Mesmo quem nunca brincou de amarelinha sabe do que se trata, ou assim penso. No
nosso caso, desenhávamos a amarelinha com giz e usávamos uma casca de banana
para indicar nossa progressão nos quadradinhos. Nossa marcação era diferente da
mostrada na foto: os quadradinhos 1, 2 e 3 eram em linha, depois vinham o 4 e 5
atravessados, o 6 novamente em linha e o 7 e 8 atravessados. Portanto, não
tínhamos 9 quadradinhos como aparece na foto. E onde está o 10 escrevíamos
"CÉU". <o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><o:p><b> </b></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><b>2) <span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u>PELADA<o:p></o:p></u></span></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCzysYrzcgi4ZCjYx6c-PIMUJ98PEZBNwsmP1Rhbp04JRSOMxP3c0ouJK0gviB8wblFjNVCjMDd8GgMe5MmaE1uQR0HdbaRoExCTXaEDprFmgXvXGumGMVa7WzoiW4RVfe-jlkomnUcEPe28z6zudF9nimJesw6JQWvDyT_0AkmqQsHwAggeDu5eisp-3v/s500/pelada.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="333" data-original-width="500" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCzysYrzcgi4ZCjYx6c-PIMUJ98PEZBNwsmP1Rhbp04JRSOMxP3c0ouJK0gviB8wblFjNVCjMDd8GgMe5MmaE1uQR0HdbaRoExCTXaEDprFmgXvXGumGMVa7WzoiW4RVfe-jlkomnUcEPe28z6zudF9nimJesw6JQWvDyT_0AkmqQsHwAggeDu5eisp-3v/s320/pelada.jpg" width="320" /></span></b></a></div><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><b>Preciso descrever? A largura
das balizas era constituída pelo espaço entre uma árvore e a parede da casa em
frente. Não era pouco, pois a calçada da Dona Delfina era e ainda é bastante
larga levando em conta que éramos crianças ou pré-adolescentes. Não havia
travessão. Por consenso, se a bola passasse alta e fora do alcance do goleiro
considerávamos tiro de meta. As balizas eram em calçadas opostas, de modo que
para sair de uma e chegar à outra tínhamos de atravessar a rua com a bola.
Tradicionalmente uma baliza ficava em frente à minha casa, de número 46, e a
outra em frente à bonita casa de número 33, já demolida. De vez em quando a
bola caía no quintal da 35, que era um chalé suíço habitado por um almirante da
reserva, já bem velhinho. Ele era ranzinza e não gostava de devolver a bola.
Então pulávamos o baixo muro e a pegávamos de volta.<o:p></o:p></b></span></p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><b>Às vezes entrava na rua
uma rádio-patrulha vinda do distrito policial situado na rua Conde de Bonfim.
Aí quem a visse dava o alarme "Lá vem a RP!" e todos sentávamos no meio-fio,
com a maior cara de pau e escondendo a bola. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><b>Como não havia muitas
crianças da mesma faixa de na rua, para jogarmos pelada precisávamos da
presença de crianças de outras ruas. O craque da bola era o Marcos Elias, que
estudava no Colégio Militar e morava na rua Uruguai. Ele tinha um irmão que
chamávamos de Lulu da Palmerana, quando o correto seria Lulu da Pomerânia. Existe
um cão dessa raça, mas não sei o motivo do apelido do Lulu. Também bons de bola
eram os trigêmeos Luís, Ricardo e Manuel, filhos de um médico e moradores na
avenida Maracanã, esquina com a Dona Delfina e que de vez em quando saíam na
porrada entre si. E quem tentasse separar acabava apanhando, e dos três ao
mesmo tempo. <o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><o:p><b> </b></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><b>3) <span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u>CHICOTINHO QUEIMADO<o:p></o:p></u></span></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><b>Não achei imagem condizente
com essa brincadeira na Internet. <o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><b>Um objeto qualquer era
escolhido como o chicotinho queimado. Uma das crianças o escondia em algum
lugar, inclusive dentro do quintal ou na vegetação de alguma casa, enquanto as
demais fechavam os olhos. Uma vez escondido, as demais começavam a procurar o
chicotinho queimado. Aquela que o escondeu ia dando as dicas do tipo "Está
frio", ou "Está esquentando" ou "Está quente", para
indicar para cada criança se ela estava perto ou longe do lugar onde o
chicotinho estava escondido. Quem o achasse seria o próximo a escondê-lo.<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><o:p><b> </b></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><b>4) <span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u>PIQUE-BANDEIRA<o:p></o:p></u></span></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtI-7CevI7RA8tzGIHLByHbTQt6coQextmpOQAuFWzzNPe86rEcjU29Mt8MCu6swB3STX_YHEUo1uyoYQMysWQSVCkA0ZHjxX3oQQhdB09SBhZpDhgTY9eRt313B-BR4HXVDRZEnxpomnMzBVTu_P46XKelj7gAzaiZpMR-grdfab8Ss31uBoreAsnjZww/s267/pique-bandeira.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><b><img border="0" data-original-height="189" data-original-width="267" height="189" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtI-7CevI7RA8tzGIHLByHbTQt6coQextmpOQAuFWzzNPe86rEcjU29Mt8MCu6swB3STX_YHEUo1uyoYQMysWQSVCkA0ZHjxX3oQQhdB09SBhZpDhgTY9eRt313B-BR4HXVDRZEnxpomnMzBVTu_P46XKelj7gAzaiZpMR-grdfab8Ss31uBoreAsnjZww/s1600/pique-bandeira.jpg" width="267" /></b></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><b><br /></b></span></div><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><b>Era jogado em dois
grupos, um contra o outro. Na calçada era traçada uma linha reta com giz, da
parede de uma casa até o meio-fio, delimitando dois campos. A determinada
distância dessa linha, cada grupo colocava no chão a sua bandeira, que poderia
ser um chinelo, um galho de árvore ou qualquer outro objeto. Cada grupo ficava
no seu campo. O objetivo era roubar a bandeira do outro grupo e trazê-la para
seu campo. <o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><b>Enquanto um jogador
estivesse no seu próprio campo, ele não poderia ser molestado. Mas a partir do
momento em que entrasse no campo adversário, alguém do outro grupo corria atrás
dele para tocar no seu corpo. Isto feito, ele ficava congelado e só poderia se
movimentar novamente se alguém do seu próprio grupo o tocasse. Então era uma
correria geral, uns defendendo sua bandeira e congelando os adversários atrevidos
e outros tentando pegar a bandeira do grupo oponente. Haja suor e queima de
calorias!!<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><o:p><b> </b></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><b>5) <span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u>FRISBEE<o:p></o:p></u></span></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx5Jc10I6o7vpvwyY7j3Ddhb2hiDLN7fb8c2Tu7x-r99TWXshvBsT1re47QZrRQbKX2GEE2Ya919FNX4aarWAC81PWIITyid3bNek9NfsK4-LYMAJ3NoPglXV0w9v5Ph3RORQUBnK8BF0puLvBdiiO_PTvnurZVEenWHdJCMGEUlYOags-rfCDyGeEQeCn/s641/frisbee.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><b><img border="0" data-original-height="481" data-original-width="641" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx5Jc10I6o7vpvwyY7j3Ddhb2hiDLN7fb8c2Tu7x-r99TWXshvBsT1re47QZrRQbKX2GEE2Ya919FNX4aarWAC81PWIITyid3bNek9NfsK4-LYMAJ3NoPglXV0w9v5Ph3RORQUBnK8BF0puLvBdiiO_PTvnurZVEenWHdJCMGEUlYOags-rfCDyGeEQeCn/s320/frisbee.jpg" width="320" /></b></a></span></div><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><b><br /><o:p></o:p></b></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><b>Na nossa época não
havia esse tipo de objeto e o modo como brincávamos era diferente. Eram duas
crianças, cada uma se posicionando como goleiro nas balizas citadas no folguedo
PELADA, exceto que ambas as balizas eram na mesma calçada. A título de frisbee
usávamos tampinhas de cerveja ou uma tampa velha de panela. O objetivo era
fazer um gol no adversário. <o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><o:p><b> </b></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><b>6) <span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u>PIQUE-ESCONDE<o:p></o:p></u></span></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtfbv3xj_N-Tk6Hb4JBERSy-9ZinI9O47-xlcSs3YSmOPaSmg0F7DhStEvQ2yLFjE9LPS1_g1Ame61X19dlF9hjUqtCPPMYtLXjH1CVABz3FiGDpuOeGExdArsX-g7lZzLZKbYA0oI-SicA5Dv24ZFnQMFByI9dYN3fZxI3oop9E3_E9k5AnBV_qsI4swd/s259/pique-esconde.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><b><img border="0" data-original-height="194" data-original-width="259" height="194" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtfbv3xj_N-Tk6Hb4JBERSy-9ZinI9O47-xlcSs3YSmOPaSmg0F7DhStEvQ2yLFjE9LPS1_g1Ame61X19dlF9hjUqtCPPMYtLXjH1CVABz3FiGDpuOeGExdArsX-g7lZzLZKbYA0oI-SicA5Dv24ZFnQMFByI9dYN3fZxI3oop9E3_E9k5AnBV_qsI4swd/s1600/pique-esconde.jpg" width="259" /></b></a></span></div><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><b> <o:p></o:p></b></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><b>Jogado em grupo, sem
adversários. Uma criança, a procuradora, se posicionava em determinado lugar,
que era a sua base ou pique, e tapava os olhos, e as demais iam se esconder.
Nós usávamos como esconderijo os poucos carros estacionados ou entrávamos nos
quintais de algumas casas. A procuradora contava até determinado número, a
combinar (20 ou 30), enquanto as demais se escondiam. Terminada a contagem, ela
saía à cata dos escondidos após dizer bem alto "Lá vou eu!". Se um
dos escondidos saísse do seu esconderijo, corresse até o pique, o tocasse,
dissesse seu nome e "1, 2, 3" antes que a procuradora tocasse o mesmo
pique, estava salvo. Assim que a procuradora via um dos escondidos, dizia seu
nome, o local do esconderijo e voltava correndo para o pique, tocando-o e dizendo
"Pique 1, 2 3". Quem foi descoberto estava fora dessa rodada, a menos
que quando a procuradora disesse seu nome ele corresse e alcançasse o pique
antes dela. Se a procuradora conseguisse descobrir todos os escondidos, o
último deles passava a ser a nova procuradora. A estratégia era a procuradora
nunca se afastar muito do pique, para evitar que alguma criança o alcançasse
antes dela. Mas às vezes, para descobrir o esconderijo dos demais, ela era
obrigada a se afastar. Mas tinha de ficar de olho vivo. Caso a procuradora não
conseguisse descobrir ninguém, depois de certo tempo podia avisar que desistia
e então tudo recomeçava.<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><o:p><b> </b></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><b>7) <span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u>BOLA DE GUDE - TRIÂNGULO<o:p></o:p></u></span></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB2xCESxjcKneebQNUr8gwChNIUyuKY5EljNmMbBz72I9Cc9B3_A_ksisLILINOg8BkQ1yCaCpubXlpw1bzz3g8vIzclnUVtvtzAdHocZIugp4KMjsH303056ACh8NlIbEP_0FpYfIn_7iftr8ottZwxgQvRsBPi0-yy73b_O4-tvgs1QnFFxwIzzFulEE/s480/triangulo.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><b><img border="0" data-original-height="360" data-original-width="480" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB2xCESxjcKneebQNUr8gwChNIUyuKY5EljNmMbBz72I9Cc9B3_A_ksisLILINOg8BkQ1yCaCpubXlpw1bzz3g8vIzclnUVtvtzAdHocZIugp4KMjsH303056ACh8NlIbEP_0FpYfIn_7iftr8ottZwxgQvRsBPi0-yy73b_O4-tvgs1QnFFxwIzzFulEE/s320/triangulo.jpg" width="320" /></b></a></span></div><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><b> <o:p></o:p></b></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><b>Traçávamos um triângulo
a giz na calçada. Quem ia jogar combinava quantas bolinhas iria "casar",
colocando-as dentro do triângulo, e ficava com uma para tecar. Uma linha reta
era riscada a giz a determinada distância do triângulo. Cada jogador se
posicionava a determinada distância da linha reta e lançava a bola de tecar,
visando pará-la o mais próximo possível da linha. Depois que todos lançavam
suas bolas, determinava-se a ordem em que elas ficaram próximo à linha e esta
era a mesma ordem em que o seu jogador iria fazer seus lançamentos dali em
diante. Quando a bola de um jogador atingisse uma dentro do triângulo e esta
saísse fora, ele ficava com ela. Enquanto ele estivesse acertando uma bola,
continuava jogando. Quando errasse, era a vez do próximo. Caso a bola lançada
parasse dentro do triângulo, o jogador estava fora. E se ele tecasse a bola de tecar
de outro jogador, este estava fora. O jogo terminava quando não restassem mais
bolas dentro do triângulo.<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><o:p><b> </b></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><b>8) <span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u>PIQUE-COLA<o:p></o:p></u></span></b></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><b>Uma criança era escolhida
como a pegadora. Uma base também era escolhida: podia ser uma árvore, um poste,
o<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>portão de uma casa, etc. As demais
crianças se afastavam e a pegadora saía atrás delas. Quem ela tocasse ficava
"colada" e só podia ser "descolada" pelo toque de outra.
Quem fosse "colada" três vezes passava a ser a nova pegadora. <o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><o:p><b> </b></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><b>9) <span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u>BOLA DE GUDE - BÚRICA ou BÚLICA<o:p></o:p></u></span></b></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><b>Esse jogo exige chão de
terra, então só podíamos brincar disso na casa dos nossos vizinhos do número 44,
que tinham um filho e onde havia uma área de plantação. Mas eles eram muito
rigorosos quanto a estranhos, de modo que só permitiam a entrada do meu irmão,
de mim e de um colega bem mais novo, o Antônio José.<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><b>Antes de começar,
combinávamos se o jogo seria "à vera" ou "à brinca". No
primeiro caso, quem vencesse levava as bolinhas de gude dos outros; no segundo,
não.<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><b>A regra é um pouco
complicada: eram feitos três buracos (as búricas ou búlicas) na terra, com
determinado afastamento entre si. Estabelecida uma linha de partida, cada
jogador pegava sua bolinha e tentava jogá-la dentro da búrica mais afastada. Se
conseguisse, ele seria o primeiro a jogar dali para a frente. Se ninguém
conseguisse, a ordem de jogada era pela proximidade da tal búrica. A partir
daí, obedecendo a essa ordem de lançamento, cada jogador tentava colocar sua
bolinha dentro de cada búrica, seguindo a ordem delas no terreno: a mais
afastada, a do meio, a mais próxima, a do meio novamente, a mais afastada, a do
meio novamente. Quem fizesse esse roteiro estava na condição de
"mata". Em cada lançamento, o jogador podia optar por tentar colocar
a bola na próxima búrica ou tecar a do adversário para afastá-lo dela. Neste
caso, ou se conseguisse jogar a bola dentro da búrica, ele podia jogar
novamente. Caso um adversário estivesse com a bola dentro da búrica, os demais
não podiam jogar a sua ali dentro, tendo de fazer hora até ela sair de lá.
Quando um jogador atingisse a condição de "mata", sempre que tecasse uma
bola adversária ela saía do jogo. <o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><b>No fim do jogo, o
destino de cada bolinha "matada" dependia do que havia sido combinado
no início: "à vera" ou "à brinca".<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><b>Antes do início de cada
rodada, quem primeiro gritasse<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>"Marraio!" seria o último a lançar sua bola, o que era
vantagem pois poderia tecar a dos adversário e afastá-las da búrica inicial e
não poderia ter sua bola afastada pelo mesmo motivo.<o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><b>Quem gritasse
"Acompanha!" logo a seguir do "Marraio!" seria o penúltimo
a lançar; quem gritasse "Feridor sou rei!" a qualquer momento seria o
primeiro a começar o jogo se sua bola inicial atingisse qualquer uma das
demais. Como no máximo éramos quatro jogadores, essas expressões bastavam para
nós. <o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><o:p><b> </b></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><b>10) <span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><u>PULAR CARNIÇA<o:p></o:p></u></span></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaoWK87xHRqoL3SGCw6-fE9GJRtAVT9YOlJudgwSMUwx2Y9OIziiHxlNgt0-U20oWwjeM2a0p0dGhmvzkmm2rNhw-GGhL1J6o_7Sq4ROk60jNYGjdAqgyUg3kujxi3optLwMnGeKmXxqMLJ79uL6nB40Q4hR6tpyXFKUej_11A7KMMWbNdCX90sSsZLIOp/s1280/carni%C3%A7a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><b><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1280" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaoWK87xHRqoL3SGCw6-fE9GJRtAVT9YOlJudgwSMUwx2Y9OIziiHxlNgt0-U20oWwjeM2a0p0dGhmvzkmm2rNhw-GGhL1J6o_7Sq4ROk60jNYGjdAqgyUg3kujxi3optLwMnGeKmXxqMLJ79uL6nB40Q4hR6tpyXFKUej_11A7KMMWbNdCX90sSsZLIOp/s320/carni%C3%A7a.jpg" width="320" /></b></a></span></div><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><b> <o:p></o:p></b></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><b>Acho que todos conhecem
essa brincadeira. Não era muito comum entre nós, mas eventualmente nos
divertíamos com ela. <o:p></o:p></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><o:p><b> </b></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>Saudades do Riohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16099186743746313132noreply@blogger.com43tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588481406178513345.post-75694656382109742332024-02-23T07:00:00.001-03:002024-02-23T07:00:00.132-03:00LAGOA<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjHICLV2wqyK9k4uBmCBzepdTAy37UPe0mQXRwxADXpWYlatbOIvE_giNvZBPFrDRxC48lUprCRHH_D3Z9qkbrv_hZpTSLR62-cvhZ_61kLmOS_4a1pQTC3gNhDeMe1bCRNkVPIH-X9T0kDqLZOK8ZNaKXdImTDJRt-dbi6MRcO449mj06CNAiROdYtkVO/s735/19873%20Praia%20da%20Lagoa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="596" data-original-width="735" height="469" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjHICLV2wqyK9k4uBmCBzepdTAy37UPe0mQXRwxADXpWYlatbOIvE_giNvZBPFrDRxC48lUprCRHH_D3Z9qkbrv_hZpTSLR62-cvhZ_61kLmOS_4a1pQTC3gNhDeMe1bCRNkVPIH-X9T0kDqLZOK8ZNaKXdImTDJRt-dbi6MRcO449mj06CNAiROdYtkVO/w580-h469/19873%20Praia%20da%20Lagoa.jpg" width="580" /></a></div><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Foto da primeira metade do século XX mostrando a parte de Ipanema da Lagoa Rodrigo de Freitas.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Não havia prédios altos neste trecho de Ipanema. Acho que os primeiros edifícios mais altos da Av. Epitácio Pessoa foram os construídos quase na esquina com a a Rua Gastão Bahiana no início da década de 50.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Esta faixa de areia permaneceu até o final da década de 60, desaparecendo com a duplicação da Av. Epitácio Pessoa.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Nesta década o privilégio de morar de frente para a Lagoa era contraposto por uma quantidade enorme de moscas e mosquitos. Inseticidas, aqueles "mata-moscas" de cabo de madeira e extremidade com um plástico, vidros que funcionavam como alçapão para prender moscas, aqueles famigerados espirais de cor verde, tudo isto era imprescindível para sobreviver por ali.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Aliás, o que aconteceu com os enxames de moscas? Desapareceram há tempos por estes lados.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>O trânsito antes da abertura do Rebouças era pequeno. Havia grande dificuldade de transportes coletivos pela região, que praticamente desapareciam após 22 horas. Voltar do Maracanã à noite era um problema.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Comércio não havia nenhum. Sem contar o "Mosca", um boteco na Rua Montenegro perto da Epitácio Pessoa, só havia algo para comprar da Nascimento Silva para lá. </b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Muita gente frequentava esta "praia" para tomar banho de sol, mas quase ninguém se aventurava a mergulhar. </b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Nesta época os treinamentos do barcos a remo aconteciam até bem perto do Corte do Cantagalo. Há muito tempo que esses treinamentos só acontecem no espaço da raia de remo.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Eram frequentes as mortandades de peixes que, além do cheiro horroroso, afetavam todas as molduras prateadas dos porta-retratos.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Minha lembrança mais antiga deste trecho da Lagoa foi assistir a uma prova de automobilismo. Foi tipo "Um quilômetro de arrancada".</b></span></p>Saudades do Riohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16099186743746313132noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588481406178513345.post-70904548328541555422024-02-21T11:40:00.001-03:002024-02-21T11:41:03.116-03:00ONDE É?<p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Todas as fotos são do acervo da Light. Evidentemente quem já teve acesso a elas, já que estão identificadas lá, deve evitar comentar de momento.</span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Quanto ao último comentário do GMA no "post" anterior, é verdade que estou preparando uma grande postagem, com auxílio de inúmeros conhecedores do Rio Antigo, corrigindo algumas informações divulgadas sobre o local, além de adicionar novos dados, alguns conseguidos pelo próprio GMA. Porém vai demorar um pouco para ir ao ar já que há muitas informações para serem organizadas. Aguardem.</span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdcTOVkWP65iJjn_xTEh2lDsONqKcuhyy_zRlleH-4GITYm018oCfP6KXhp_W16WpJwR9iQrfFiYBXNl0kdaW9Rs2kYmU3jLApTI_hfaJFgMQkJwc3g0pRMo0Np3Y9X83nhX2k3s1tNmI6SDiETIqYOf5xXP698yUQRFZJt1OQlQK1nB-gfdJRFRLmU622/s555/19644%20Onde%20%C3%A9.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="555" data-original-width="432" height="578" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdcTOVkWP65iJjn_xTEh2lDsONqKcuhyy_zRlleH-4GITYm018oCfP6KXhp_W16WpJwR9iQrfFiYBXNl0kdaW9Rs2kYmU3jLApTI_hfaJFgMQkJwc3g0pRMo0Np3Y9X83nhX2k3s1tNmI6SDiETIqYOf5xXP698yUQRFZJt1OQlQK1nB-gfdJRFRLmU622/w450-h578/19644%20Onde%20%C3%A9.JPG" width="450" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-size: large;">FOTO 1</b></div><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbSdwbvle0au9z9aWyY5-3JCxoOKN2M7hybQnnZHc-8woqtZELpaCZJl5QnXCDoT_xpdqvhiro0RpVRoqToHqh2hiqV3YhUxJ8oN0aGWoOqmYGaViikMFYwmiccOt9-Di1y1YTZjyLoEwGhsjAZYqASKC3twd_RK3rop3xlRCwIG8jOXOXuq93JLb35ZHW/s849/19646%20Onde%C2%B4%C3%A9.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="517" data-original-width="849" height="365" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbSdwbvle0au9z9aWyY5-3JCxoOKN2M7hybQnnZHc-8woqtZELpaCZJl5QnXCDoT_xpdqvhiro0RpVRoqToHqh2hiqV3YhUxJ8oN0aGWoOqmYGaViikMFYwmiccOt9-Di1y1YTZjyLoEwGhsjAZYqASKC3twd_RK3rop3xlRCwIG8jOXOXuq93JLb35ZHW/w598-h365/19646%20Onde%C2%B4%C3%A9.JPG" width="598" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>FOTO 2</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj4wJlsmDDBay1HEsoGob3a4khelvQ-bJ9bcFSRVakh9ojYf9w6Zw0zJPO9U6c1oSqxuXfZhdJtsIrIyUqR2X7BcleQrWe9c0o4X6mszbl84f1sySuIpkpvqItr3zu_Zbz0hLsr_Y1JP8sev7GFdXnCgZ5nwCxjCoIVyFIQJRXT1FWaRGhgOy2aeAFlKGu/s704/19645%20oNDE%20%C3%89.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="539" data-original-width="704" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj4wJlsmDDBay1HEsoGob3a4khelvQ-bJ9bcFSRVakh9ojYf9w6Zw0zJPO9U6c1oSqxuXfZhdJtsIrIyUqR2X7BcleQrWe9c0o4X6mszbl84f1sySuIpkpvqItr3zu_Zbz0hLsr_Y1JP8sev7GFdXnCgZ5nwCxjCoIVyFIQJRXT1FWaRGhgOy2aeAFlKGu/w556-h426/19645%20oNDE%20%C3%89.JPG" width="556" /></a></div><br /></span><b style="font-size: large;">FOTO 3</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-size: large;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKkYoL7eM8nAsa-00x7XYKd5ttksdWQSpV6WUlDRo6hCcyJ6dpBPk_kAESKOyp0hQKImVtRohEgcylOVzGJg409dUAlu9bjjxkKmDxg1GqGvmh0bZTY2E1L1cgMYTRfg8fXfdPH4t7xeG-TXVr5w2L1L8su2A7XuERVXlfa4ASDIbWOyIA_1OMZFmRR7Q0/s776/19654%20Onde%20%C3%A9.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="553" data-original-width="776" height="394" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKkYoL7eM8nAsa-00x7XYKd5ttksdWQSpV6WUlDRo6hCcyJ6dpBPk_kAESKOyp0hQKImVtRohEgcylOVzGJg409dUAlu9bjjxkKmDxg1GqGvmh0bZTY2E1L1cgMYTRfg8fXfdPH4t7xeG-TXVr5w2L1L8su2A7XuERVXlfa4ASDIbWOyIA_1OMZFmRR7Q0/w553-h394/19654%20Onde%20%C3%A9.JPG" width="553" /></a></div><br /><b style="font-size: large;">FOTO 4</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-size: large;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrRavWeCEohVTHiwzJIkZ-VHSnGMyZk8WKeYT7E0QR5L4-x5UH95h_dsXBPmv_Mm8n3FijjeIyRnR7cKLSOrnBawpc0Rd8DWbCknNyT3VsKPNQ0R-wMAZbnX6_JNEo4R5pqagjwhfLF8VgNU5pAeH1kd54-ex43_m29e74ChytDb9ZhmYixgZjP8rKWCQY/s882/19657%20Onde%20%C3%A9.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="581" data-original-width="882" height="403" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrRavWeCEohVTHiwzJIkZ-VHSnGMyZk8WKeYT7E0QR5L4-x5UH95h_dsXBPmv_Mm8n3FijjeIyRnR7cKLSOrnBawpc0Rd8DWbCknNyT3VsKPNQ0R-wMAZbnX6_JNEo4R5pqagjwhfLF8VgNU5pAeH1kd54-ex43_m29e74ChytDb9ZhmYixgZjP8rKWCQY/w611-h403/19657%20Onde%20%C3%A9.JPG" width="611" /></a></div><br /><b style="font-size: large;">FOTO 5</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><b style="font-size: large;"><br /></b></div><p></p>Saudades do Riohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16099186743746313132noreply@blogger.com33tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588481406178513345.post-85919674002967719102024-02-16T07:38:00.001-03:002024-02-16T07:40:01.729-03:00ONDE É?<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><b> O Helio Ribeiro enviou esta série de fotos para o "Onde é?"</b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy5BFTOWI5khtWcZmJXenI3bq0nS697V7osACKeE5idIfLGGX-1RQRQE9U2D7gFX1FIBiLBESUDDpRPIebMFGLq8o3fH74XtjAxTQ9x6JP_5gh3KZGlPCM_Nhib62U0S-OXxdmc5jwj5E95N3Jw24TEjE-efmDlRNVPe4oA0FyGeetAyMVOgn1SadLRqqt/s805/20071%20Onde%20%C3%A9.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="805" data-original-width="768" height="535" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy5BFTOWI5khtWcZmJXenI3bq0nS697V7osACKeE5idIfLGGX-1RQRQE9U2D7gFX1FIBiLBESUDDpRPIebMFGLq8o3fH74XtjAxTQ9x6JP_5gh3KZGlPCM_Nhib62U0S-OXxdmc5jwj5E95N3Jw24TEjE-efmDlRNVPe4oA0FyGeetAyMVOgn1SadLRqqt/w510-h535/20071%20Onde%20%C3%A9.jpg" width="510" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>FOTO 1</b></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH11nD233Hd1oedXo0zp7wNG2tI9VlLUBSK6FgtWI2DWo6i8EK8c7tvu1i08QlLXzTywTE3tsgR2wzibSJjMkahtQVhSnYjrWJoLx_DgIYtyyGIqf54Sbnt7rFOTlHm_p6ro6_x_Y_OgLC0HdStde5Wvc3D402zfPi9sx_FwxVyTkpL-7eNEEHiy0n9WjY/s502/20072%20Onde%20%C3%A9.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="407" data-original-width="502" height="416" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH11nD233Hd1oedXo0zp7wNG2tI9VlLUBSK6FgtWI2DWo6i8EK8c7tvu1i08QlLXzTywTE3tsgR2wzibSJjMkahtQVhSnYjrWJoLx_DgIYtyyGIqf54Sbnt7rFOTlHm_p6ro6_x_Y_OgLC0HdStde5Wvc3D402zfPi9sx_FwxVyTkpL-7eNEEHiy0n9WjY/w514-h416/20072%20Onde%20%C3%A9.jpg" width="514" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>FOTO 2</b></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwcFMfpsEQ3flARrkCBSuAcm5MWd7LXhgzC9u97FCEVgY6quPVYket0tfZ9P2sYHp29f6tckEef1iD5kbxU_IjT1pe4inGxo8ojU9my7mV6XfYWH91C1MOlp932BFFnBa8RtwM1SjQMdchS6MZGTjLw67Gr_ztj3DPKUuXJ0tn6nqmRCV3_q6Zf0dt_WYT/s414/20073%20Onde%20%C3%A9.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="414" data-original-width="326" height="603" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwcFMfpsEQ3flARrkCBSuAcm5MWd7LXhgzC9u97FCEVgY6quPVYket0tfZ9P2sYHp29f6tckEef1iD5kbxU_IjT1pe4inGxo8ojU9my7mV6XfYWH91C1MOlp932BFFnBa8RtwM1SjQMdchS6MZGTjLw67Gr_ztj3DPKUuXJ0tn6nqmRCV3_q6Zf0dt_WYT/w475-h603/20073%20Onde%20%C3%A9.jpg" width="475" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><b style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b>FOTO 3</b></div></b><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN9pMeYDVZIbNn0aw8M0CO2-thKJQXzTjFF26L1xhu7z6_cdoKKcJtjPK1SynO4v0yQnKFGR3Tc2xPQzh3FdZniHBKkRyQT-dXSf5UhqwpDvUbE1xY7icQb5ZoAk2jCkY9uhZba8QtMf96VOSdpkrOI7xLhX2OBUSWpHa5m4rrnQdiP1YRanJ-gwajhq8x/s1024/20075%20Onde%20%C3%A9.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="685" data-original-width="1024" height="345" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN9pMeYDVZIbNn0aw8M0CO2-thKJQXzTjFF26L1xhu7z6_cdoKKcJtjPK1SynO4v0yQnKFGR3Tc2xPQzh3FdZniHBKkRyQT-dXSf5UhqwpDvUbE1xY7icQb5ZoAk2jCkY9uhZba8QtMf96VOSdpkrOI7xLhX2OBUSWpHa5m4rrnQdiP1YRanJ-gwajhq8x/w516-h345/20075%20Onde%20%C3%A9.jpg" width="516" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>FOTO 4</b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3iwrO8zxgZ-a4q9Vgm6qqyh77lIpdzxVGXgYAWijKHYzUq-M8fUwt9ff78jSRhW2kbAu_bbOLHwLV4PP0fuSZ9VPZ4LHCTcjzKse7jBhHyENTSDQj4ZfAFX-rnpRaWp0UwqrPZvxsrbgYb5ud9Wdm2bFtrwS8ktst7NrigConsv59AxbhmRndsS0u7RrG/s399/20076%20Onde%20%C3%A9.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="399" data-original-width="364" height="488" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3iwrO8zxgZ-a4q9Vgm6qqyh77lIpdzxVGXgYAWijKHYzUq-M8fUwt9ff78jSRhW2kbAu_bbOLHwLV4PP0fuSZ9VPZ4LHCTcjzKse7jBhHyENTSDQj4ZfAFX-rnpRaWp0UwqrPZvxsrbgYb5ud9Wdm2bFtrwS8ktst7NrigConsv59AxbhmRndsS0u7RrG/w445-h488/20076%20Onde%20%C3%A9.jpg" width="445" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>FOTO 5</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><b style="font-size: large;"> </b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiDX9VereeZmOVfmvOdjtdWYpHWDWno7oDJI9YNv3ThWsUeq0vZd7CrIgqsodYwNdydpcqDjyJS_3hZ9JSS9B1-H9xdRWS2PUeAPp5V41o9MVp-XDOFrScu88qGgTuH8XxFXVxQBDP9kNPx5f3CFFK3m9Cv69oerxN4pwlZ7BaytAzA_PSb3QIPJgJikzY/s505/20077%20Onde%20%C3%A9.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="407" data-original-width="505" height="411" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiDX9VereeZmOVfmvOdjtdWYpHWDWno7oDJI9YNv3ThWsUeq0vZd7CrIgqsodYwNdydpcqDjyJS_3hZ9JSS9B1-H9xdRWS2PUeAPp5V41o9MVp-XDOFrScu88qGgTuH8XxFXVxQBDP9kNPx5f3CFFK3m9Cv69oerxN4pwlZ7BaytAzA_PSb3QIPJgJikzY/w510-h411/20077%20Onde%20%C3%A9.jpg" width="510" /></a><p style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-size: large;">FOTO 6</b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAz-TMiHvz3UrkRetWhOQ46jXTf04ZoUQCe50-MvMrPpdr63iaq4Tz_V2TrXO6iyad-VdFBdr71ghVNimGX3OC_5kjs4ZFOphbZli0yHOhdp-NddEH97z6-EVwotnrCvDzs8Y_opyNSQoSxkieE6126r-APUYINwRLiXuEBTIoN0HauauYTTaMl5HzqtNd/s409/20078%20Onde%20%C3%A9.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="409" data-original-width="407" height="468" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAz-TMiHvz3UrkRetWhOQ46jXTf04ZoUQCe50-MvMrPpdr63iaq4Tz_V2TrXO6iyad-VdFBdr71ghVNimGX3OC_5kjs4ZFOphbZli0yHOhdp-NddEH97z6-EVwotnrCvDzs8Y_opyNSQoSxkieE6126r-APUYINwRLiXuEBTIoN0HauauYTTaMl5HzqtNd/w465-h468/20078%20Onde%20%C3%A9.jpg" width="465" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-size: large;">FOTO 7</b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjYeDfh93aYMa1iCIjN87-U5wSvQA-MGB32-5tDcVwJA0BAZsguLgLrx7_I-F0AP7AcPrdk42iAYtr6SiH3lSndqtClMiO2GALALLglr1jfqQp_BbVWcgQVnJj46chWr6jhd9xYdxBlrUDSmcrEJVsedSFz1fXgrShCD39h_wQ_EerNVash8acIMPqmGzu/s466/20080%20Onde%20%C3%A9%20.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="408" data-original-width="466" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjYeDfh93aYMa1iCIjN87-U5wSvQA-MGB32-5tDcVwJA0BAZsguLgLrx7_I-F0AP7AcPrdk42iAYtr6SiH3lSndqtClMiO2GALALLglr1jfqQp_BbVWcgQVnJj46chWr6jhd9xYdxBlrUDSmcrEJVsedSFz1fXgrShCD39h_wQ_EerNVash8acIMPqmGzu/w485-h424/20080%20Onde%20%C3%A9%20.jpg" width="485" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-size: large;">FOTO 8</b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPWCHFdk0j_R74TUkwcMGTm6zrxoEjjj-zia3FlzjGy2J7W0OLZnhSuy_aaUckzaY5PUHRKg0KDTsxOg6NZxwTfKpoOUO4au1JtJKMsTGdrjV6bIC4fDHm8oaqWe0oGGjzlFr0QAf7FAwcro0PvjbTlm-rxyO16dXkpf00Qb5BH90ZOJrQ1zgH6GurvcHb/s511/20081%20Onde%20%C3%A9.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="380" data-original-width="511" height="370" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPWCHFdk0j_R74TUkwcMGTm6zrxoEjjj-zia3FlzjGy2J7W0OLZnhSuy_aaUckzaY5PUHRKg0KDTsxOg6NZxwTfKpoOUO4au1JtJKMsTGdrjV6bIC4fDHm8oaqWe0oGGjzlFr0QAf7FAwcro0PvjbTlm-rxyO16dXkpf00Qb5BH90ZOJrQ1zgH6GurvcHb/w499-h370/20081%20Onde%20%C3%A9.jpg" width="499" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-size: large;">FOTO 9</b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKQ2o8nPix4Qz5okBE6sLcvnvyCt_IEyDhFJ__MPXeZ-ozxZx06uLLFNt2hQ2MQ40EF6wanN127-eIoO36rNoPlR2NRh-lP7VVwD_B8TOqBem2uotTLVvX3QrfDzvsV3_hvulesYRdj3kZUOdIryERzaOvN9xcJI5QEvI1SU84Hij8inoKm4lqB_26XDLG/s499/20082%20Onde%20%C3%A9.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="412" data-original-width="499" height="413" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKQ2o8nPix4Qz5okBE6sLcvnvyCt_IEyDhFJ__MPXeZ-ozxZx06uLLFNt2hQ2MQ40EF6wanN127-eIoO36rNoPlR2NRh-lP7VVwD_B8TOqBem2uotTLVvX3QrfDzvsV3_hvulesYRdj3kZUOdIryERzaOvN9xcJI5QEvI1SU84Hij8inoKm4lqB_26XDLG/w501-h413/20082%20Onde%20%C3%A9.jpg" width="501" /></a></div><br /><b style="font-size: large;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>FOTO 10</b><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /><br /></b></span></p>Saudades do Riohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16099186743746313132noreply@blogger.com115tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588481406178513345.post-71362798142391484822024-02-14T07:00:00.001-03:002024-02-14T07:00:00.129-03:004ª FEIRA DE CINZAS<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Para encerrar o carnaval aí vão algumas fotos inéditas no "Saudades do Rio" encontradas nos arquivos.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF0pq5jOgG3sc0wZzI0X9v_lIOofidCgds_d59UDtYwIZJM-q3BSXla28CF8vr7Cj_QOuo-dHBIVp9fyij5MwjkyHzte20Z7m-cfL_-_J5y6mntg2a5UDBcesb-Dz1gDUEEatS9_2AKAiDu2S0PR9aTZga9LDAcuW2YM0uP_69AjkAxwGWBAbK6MJp17do/s937/17538%20Corso.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="579" data-original-width="937" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF0pq5jOgG3sc0wZzI0X9v_lIOofidCgds_d59UDtYwIZJM-q3BSXla28CF8vr7Cj_QOuo-dHBIVp9fyij5MwjkyHzte20Z7m-cfL_-_J5y6mntg2a5UDBcesb-Dz1gDUEEatS9_2AKAiDu2S0PR9aTZga9LDAcuW2YM0uP_69AjkAxwGWBAbK6MJp17do/w581-h360/17538%20Corso.JPG" width="581" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><b style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 1:</span> Esta foto, enviada pelo GMA, mostra o tradicional corso que havia no Rio durante o carnaval.</b><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGCTTCaTrupeL2Kz8XAHdQr5RVFsAq7xuCDvfZd9UTB8W60MEfCUYhMw6LQ6VzbdTCCq9_B0QMsfBnml7NjytEBG1_RXsLAVpc6k0VT8PvvKcInF4ut0OUMsxUYsUrhFMXCmhHYUkX3iwtkM1YRrhqs2sxJxpwrv12AQm29_jpdgJUQV-sDv0vbVUKk50Y/s1778/17172%20Atlantico%20Clube.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1104" data-original-width="1778" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGCTTCaTrupeL2Kz8XAHdQr5RVFsAq7xuCDvfZd9UTB8W60MEfCUYhMw6LQ6VzbdTCCq9_B0QMsfBnml7NjytEBG1_RXsLAVpc6k0VT8PvvKcInF4ut0OUMsxUYsUrhFMXCmhHYUkX3iwtkM1YRrhqs2sxJxpwrv12AQm29_jpdgJUQV-sDv0vbVUKk50Y/w644-h400/17172%20Atlantico%20Clube.jpg" width="644" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><b style="font-size: large; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 2: </span></b><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Em 1931 ocorria um animado "banho à fantasia", com desfile da "Bola Verde" diante do Atlântico Club. Foto da revista Careta número 1182, de 14-2-1931.</b></span><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibT6HAzjqdL55p_LiYOdEtZerZD4T6lHpsK9MSBnCFvcZB08-dDKsOFmw2WL0QYCOhUcCgISL1fJ1yUbRfP02rpmB3kBAqySPT6H3O-Lf1NmFwHXHTyhSoEXZU0LZCQD2amQjnUp5xCuhh0iAjbgemA4MTW2pkhFOu6mZW9U6zckD_9BN-zOppEqnV25LI/s843/18394%20Copacabana%20Zierer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="501" data-original-width="843" height="362" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibT6HAzjqdL55p_LiYOdEtZerZD4T6lHpsK9MSBnCFvcZB08-dDKsOFmw2WL0QYCOhUcCgISL1fJ1yUbRfP02rpmB3kBAqySPT6H3O-Lf1NmFwHXHTyhSoEXZU0LZCQD2amQjnUp5xCuhh0iAjbgemA4MTW2pkhFOu6mZW9U6zckD_9BN-zOppEqnV25LI/w609-h362/18394%20Copacabana%20Zierer.jpg" width="609" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: 700;"><div><b><span style="color: red;">FOTO 3: </span></b>Esta foto e este texto são de uma postagem do prezado Maximiliano Zierer.</div><div><br /></div><div>Vemos o evento organizado na Av. Atlântica pelo Moto Club do Brasil, entre as ruas Francisco Sá e Sousa Lima, no Posto 6, por ocasião do carnaval do ano de 1933. Houve uma animada festa de banho de mar à fantasia (evento muito comum na orla nessa época), e que incluía um concurso de pijamas e maillots. Esse registro nos permite apreciar a grande espontaneidade e a alegria dos foliões durante a época de ouro de Copacabana.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ficamos extasiados ante aos imponentes palacetes de uma orla embelezada por elegantes postes, como o que aparece entre os dois palacetes no lado direito da foto, onde há um folião dependurado. Esses postes dividiam as duas pistas em toda a extensão da Av. Atlântica, e foram instalados em 1919 por ocasião da primeira duplicação da avenida, sendo removidos em 1938. </div><div><br /></div><div>Foto de autor desconhecido publicada na revista Careta (original em preto e branco) número 1288 de 25/2/1933.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0uukQ5GPHtUFiP4Ryne8C5oVcKFijiD2V9LCggsyEGoaf090kkFMqc7zhyH8xOJQaSpDnvZDqBqxyAREWTMrCiDLrQynO6VMlKCthCiYfbCVSWIWsUhGT0vjHlyq_C-CgHhjFBz0UOqM5OTtVtYcjwiMuwagAYUbrr2c9kbC6oZUf7ODzYhXvPm1sfud5/s699/19385%20AV%20Rio%20Branco.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="444" data-original-width="699" height="358" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0uukQ5GPHtUFiP4Ryne8C5oVcKFijiD2V9LCggsyEGoaf090kkFMqc7zhyH8xOJQaSpDnvZDqBqxyAREWTMrCiDLrQynO6VMlKCthCiYfbCVSWIWsUhGT0vjHlyq_C-CgHhjFBz0UOqM5OTtVtYcjwiMuwagAYUbrr2c9kbC6oZUf7ODzYhXvPm1sfud5/w564-h358/19385%20AV%20Rio%20Branco.JPG" width="564" /></a></div><br /></span><span style="font-weight: 700;"><div><b><span style="color: red;">FOTO 4: </span></b>Neste postal de 1952 vemos a Av. Rio Branco dividida entre o tráfego de automóveis e um bloco de carnaval.</div></span></div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5O8LGMBWJWVXUg-b19MOi31PRqqn9aDkTn10AhKZPYaYerdebikZ3plJSwrgRO881VISb1WyyEDGjWCwxlMvshyDWnb51IPqOHZnuFB1VhdDEhRJy6haHdt3rIkp8Gr3vZc8UVVJVP67s7xDDSVsjdUAKoLqXKtcJJmr5Y1o6uNarIeMGBHT30f8a2SqP/s843/15911%20%20Carnaval%2053.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="738" data-original-width="843" height="453" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5O8LGMBWJWVXUg-b19MOi31PRqqn9aDkTn10AhKZPYaYerdebikZ3plJSwrgRO881VISb1WyyEDGjWCwxlMvshyDWnb51IPqOHZnuFB1VhdDEhRJy6haHdt3rIkp8Gr3vZc8UVVJVP67s7xDDSVsjdUAKoLqXKtcJJmr5Y1o6uNarIeMGBHT30f8a2SqP/w518-h453/15911%20%20Carnaval%2053.jpg" width="518" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><b style="font-size: large; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 5: </span></b><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Em 1953 o "grito de carnaval" foi dado no espetáculo "A Cobra é Grande", com Virginia Lane, Ankito, Aracy Cortes. </span></b><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_viMbITNqnf-l4_kWnziQ-g0t8gLdz9k_Pe1X7883tADmez6VqifxJcqxIlAb3q8rOz6K5K_da6KzHaHve0YOrReigA0jxSAQfjVhHiqd5C6DEpcRJwncMau9gS67P4nCobWIBqGT2ZuaLACpMxXEIM0eMsKcsIIgHr5EOdLOPHjDZIPWCy8H6d-cilfK/s2028/18060%20Nickolas%20Carnaval%20Cinelandia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1254" data-original-width="2028" height="330" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_viMbITNqnf-l4_kWnziQ-g0t8gLdz9k_Pe1X7883tADmez6VqifxJcqxIlAb3q8rOz6K5K_da6KzHaHve0YOrReigA0jxSAQfjVhHiqd5C6DEpcRJwncMau9gS67P4nCobWIBqGT2ZuaLACpMxXEIM0eMsKcsIIgHr5EOdLOPHjDZIPWCy8H6d-cilfK/w533-h330/18060%20Nickolas%20Carnaval%20Cinelandia.jpg" width="533" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><b><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 6: </span></b><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Também garimpada pelo Nickolas e também de 1953, vemos um aspecto da Cinelandia em 1953. Na região havia desfiles de blocos e muitos foliões em pequenos grupos se divertindo durante o carnaval.</span></b></div></b><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFI4w3Dg9lGlcL4RKYOPKu7HDHFqUbpogz2q3-o8K8rlqNFuOv_hAzvUdoPx4tYCOCorofwsd67iLXgaBRY67rJOjnLY_t8dee6hU-274KArsjXCPMjaiK5DJ-F7lU5SS3pevNx3gu9gC09-giYI0bDZPTgDZeE4pj04RUk9L4197CCnib9l_1z6rEyW3b/s491/12736%20Carnaval%20P%20Vargas%2068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="491" data-original-width="364" height="654" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFI4w3Dg9lGlcL4RKYOPKu7HDHFqUbpogz2q3-o8K8rlqNFuOv_hAzvUdoPx4tYCOCorofwsd67iLXgaBRY67rJOjnLY_t8dee6hU-274KArsjXCPMjaiK5DJ-F7lU5SS3pevNx3gu9gC09-giYI0bDZPTgDZeE4pj04RUk9L4197CCnib9l_1z6rEyW3b/w484-h654/12736%20Carnaval%20P%20Vargas%2068.JPG" width="484" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 7: </span></b><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Em 1968 o carnaval foi na Av. Presidente Vargas. O atual "Sambódromo" seria inaugurado somente em 1984.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvenpD5ZZ7E-clnyPCfTdnfO3Tg_T49TTq0m9gLRwwOWnS_N7jktGqerG0R2DDI2uk7KOrtD_HQrUV5Lo0tfehg2MOjwl7slQ8bIU89ueB41HYZ9PUJvAeG9nxH40v2IAzR91WtFwIxpyfx8RBirCLRbvHDTEAapB99XWcwLLDxVTB1T4D8i_pzhHHfh0m/s1196/16270%20Av%20Atl%C3%A2ntica%201969.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1196" data-original-width="814" height="539" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvenpD5ZZ7E-clnyPCfTdnfO3Tg_T49TTq0m9gLRwwOWnS_N7jktGqerG0R2DDI2uk7KOrtD_HQrUV5Lo0tfehg2MOjwl7slQ8bIU89ueB41HYZ9PUJvAeG9nxH40v2IAzR91WtFwIxpyfx8RBirCLRbvHDTEAapB99XWcwLLDxVTB1T4D8i_pzhHHfh0m/w367-h539/16270%20Av%20Atl%C3%A2ntica%201969.jpg" width="367" /></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 8: </span></b><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Em 1969, em foto garimpada pelo Nickolas, vemos um bloco de carnaval na antiga Avenida Atlântica. </span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUwOZLxOFFEKrySvDTntqg6Mjv1qOA9zUW20J_mp6q9Ht-56n2YMEz4mQmANksIRWPKRXnP3bHoADtRbxJtz0IRMHCfQrKTbooyl28PKl1yQmTvWHcYLEwPmJFZvdYAfbfJNhi7Nmo515fEx8EUJAXwLKidFSNy0NhBh-BfMSB1AUIfCQTFw7fHYus1lz7/s483/18645%20Carnaval%201971.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="394" data-original-width="483" height="410" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUwOZLxOFFEKrySvDTntqg6Mjv1qOA9zUW20J_mp6q9Ht-56n2YMEz4mQmANksIRWPKRXnP3bHoADtRbxJtz0IRMHCfQrKTbooyl28PKl1yQmTvWHcYLEwPmJFZvdYAfbfJNhi7Nmo515fEx8EUJAXwLKidFSNy0NhBh-BfMSB1AUIfCQTFw7fHYus1lz7/w502-h410/18645%20Carnaval%201971.JPG" width="502" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><div><b><span style="color: red;">FOTO 9: </span></b><b>Reprodução de postagem do Tumminelli: "O ano é 1971 e a prefeitura carioca mais uma vez convoca, via concurso, equipes para realização da decoração que vai enfeitar a cidade durante os festejos do “reinado de Momo”. </b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>A equipe vencedora responsável pela Av Presidente Vargas foi liderada por Adir Botelho, Davi Ribeiro e Fernando Santoro. A decoração levou o nome de “Carnaval dos Carnavais” e teve como tema principal a lembrança de compositores como Lamartine B</b><b>abo, Sinhô, Noel Rosa, Ataulfo Alves e outros. </b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsBJPAo2QeyUi9j61FmknrVzlW8-EaP23bCDodszYkylvO0VnhR1IqJ8TcKHEp72SoZo-ckbSsvnjNoOjZu83YWVSjNiEgei-q0VW3NByKAlovRRM32-66VOXO01zBKOTKjdkZoj8Ee3pPrM32ohRwWgEIh9ZI_LBj8iQGHY_SRTVBtpbHKE8MuQEHU-Yb/s815/19823%20Barril%201800.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="408" data-original-width="815" height="323" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsBJPAo2QeyUi9j61FmknrVzlW8-EaP23bCDodszYkylvO0VnhR1IqJ8TcKHEp72SoZo-ckbSsvnjNoOjZu83YWVSjNiEgei-q0VW3NByKAlovRRM32-66VOXO01zBKOTKjdkZoj8Ee3pPrM32ohRwWgEIh9ZI_LBj8iQGHY_SRTVBtpbHKE8MuQEHU-Yb/w646-h323/19823%20Barril%201800.JPG" width="646" /></a></div><span style="font-weight: 700;"><div><span style="font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div></span><b><span style="color: red;">FOTO 10: </span></b><span style="font-weight: 700;">Esta foto é de 1976 e de autoria de Piotr </span><b>Ilowiecki. Vemos um bloco na região do Castelinho, em Ipanema. </b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b>Vemos o Barril 1800, que sucedeu ao famoso "Mau Cheiro", em 1963. Ao lado ficava o Bar Castelinho que era um casarão com váios ambientes e mesas sob guarda-sóis na varanda. Era um "point" daquela Ipanema "dourada". A partir de 1966, quando foi vendido para novos proprietários, começou sua decadência, virando um "point" para turistas. A turma que ia à praia em frente ao Castelinho mudou-se para a Montenegro e o bar a ser frequentado era o Veloso. Em 1980 foi demolido para a construção de um prédio de apartamentos.</b></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p></div></div>Saudades do Riohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16099186743746313132noreply@blogger.com117tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588481406178513345.post-47751598495399880332024-02-12T07:00:00.001-03:002024-02-12T07:00:00.161-03:00ONDE É?<p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Hoje temos um "Onde é?" carnavalesco com fotografias enviadas pelo Helio Ribeiro, a quem o "Saudades do Rio" agradece.</span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Vai ser uma festa para os que conhecem bem a Zona Norte.</span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOuPQ_UbdYccRjLd958q_9bTgGziq30aD-KT4-GqQDkblKKa3wF_IoSBMv26YNUjfmkifuty_oaXQQdt-i7WAMIYGAJUvmtQN1_mBzT91RsonEHzN_xW5aoro3jc7AR3ekvtIRIsDmKaQl9m7OUwH20JemlGzsRf472xm1Uv_knZpfX5kziPqRkoCsSmYt/s615/20086%20Coreto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="615" data-original-width="437" height="563" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOuPQ_UbdYccRjLd958q_9bTgGziq30aD-KT4-GqQDkblKKa3wF_IoSBMv26YNUjfmkifuty_oaXQQdt-i7WAMIYGAJUvmtQN1_mBzT91RsonEHzN_xW5aoro3jc7AR3ekvtIRIsDmKaQl9m7OUwH20JemlGzsRf472xm1Uv_knZpfX5kziPqRkoCsSmYt/w400-h563/20086%20Coreto.jpg" width="400" /></a></b></div><p style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">FOTO 1</span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg99aXftUqKIK3J91JU-DBME_j05TIiW3bX7v02g_WU8biTcZJNbQMHLaJ_xu-P_NRXV0SvisiDpDUwqXQqgKj4aY2dcUrKX-1hrKZf_kZ59lMwp9p0nIGZtBR57rjrGz_eWPhvWovgUGKxZX20P4xqVHSInbMMrKTm5ig27Sda2rq4Ur6xOLLvnUpjCOI9/s526/20087%20Coreto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="382" data-original-width="526" height="376" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg99aXftUqKIK3J91JU-DBME_j05TIiW3bX7v02g_WU8biTcZJNbQMHLaJ_xu-P_NRXV0SvisiDpDUwqXQqgKj4aY2dcUrKX-1hrKZf_kZ59lMwp9p0nIGZtBR57rjrGz_eWPhvWovgUGKxZX20P4xqVHSInbMMrKTm5ig27Sda2rq4Ur6xOLLvnUpjCOI9/w518-h376/20087%20Coreto.jpg" width="518" /></a></b></div><p style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">FOTO 2</span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL_onDGhJR1_QJqgGp3slo0NeXU_Atz6X1xZh0RQsGBlgpXY5Fu_tZ_4jozs5daIdT7tSsnOlmepcDFn2mfk7AZRr41gTBpimRGvqfcAvqAhpsYzHjNvN8WRIUya7C2hTdvmIEiUevCttB6AGHcTuXnfkRDeOOPfPlP0saclUvbqtVhEqqR4zh6hwvAU7O/s723/20088%20Coreto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="723" data-original-width="698" height="514" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL_onDGhJR1_QJqgGp3slo0NeXU_Atz6X1xZh0RQsGBlgpXY5Fu_tZ_4jozs5daIdT7tSsnOlmepcDFn2mfk7AZRr41gTBpimRGvqfcAvqAhpsYzHjNvN8WRIUya7C2hTdvmIEiUevCttB6AGHcTuXnfkRDeOOPfPlP0saclUvbqtVhEqqR4zh6hwvAU7O/w497-h514/20088%20Coreto.jpg" width="497" /></a></b></div><p style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">FOTO 3</span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrhg5BoeB4QMOE8CP3Rs9U4m0kuyV-_cwAG1VVVRnacJsAmNEM4p1mkC6A-lKAKpebrsiT-1x7rYxEs2ngXgOeiLkHfjc_ZXe_wpn6ynx0hmq6GL5ibfhltgx1C4UZubGDpB80Lo-lTyyF2zrH2sUv6s8WSXuL6rM5IBJsLDHH2CveyxRVJ2mKdSsx_Gh6/s960/20089%20Coreto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="870" data-original-width="960" height="485" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrhg5BoeB4QMOE8CP3Rs9U4m0kuyV-_cwAG1VVVRnacJsAmNEM4p1mkC6A-lKAKpebrsiT-1x7rYxEs2ngXgOeiLkHfjc_ZXe_wpn6ynx0hmq6GL5ibfhltgx1C4UZubGDpB80Lo-lTyyF2zrH2sUv6s8WSXuL6rM5IBJsLDHH2CveyxRVJ2mKdSsx_Gh6/w535-h485/20089%20Coreto.jpg" width="535" /></a></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">FOTO 4</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNPeT4J-KQoU8Ryis0QDhA3BP4jxW6roWIz1fdFB-SMIRQuZPtftm4YYZeYvGSAI2q09QD_rZ13qsmW8k0I_swjbfbgSS6LPHDI0rv_1Q2wHd5QvuouWJW6LHiT9ISZe-UB8TzCP6GjGigYGZIV6pK2HV38rgnsbJ6xw1rf8qj1ZTl9X9x7uKAeERu0bgb/s640/20090%20Coreto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="616" height="578" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNPeT4J-KQoU8Ryis0QDhA3BP4jxW6roWIz1fdFB-SMIRQuZPtftm4YYZeYvGSAI2q09QD_rZ13qsmW8k0I_swjbfbgSS6LPHDI0rv_1Q2wHd5QvuouWJW6LHiT9ISZe-UB8TzCP6GjGigYGZIV6pK2HV38rgnsbJ6xw1rf8qj1ZTl9X9x7uKAeERu0bgb/w556-h578/20090%20Coreto.jpg" width="556" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: 700;">FOTO 5</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs2GN8y6P2nBr3jJaZD3oEtmYRnhIsnwM6tpZT1LW3zdwoluGwPGQsLPWeQirrgMTPgr680I6U-S0FbMvn8rIc3lnpke2lan-JUjZgYxTz1OM5bhT8DKSDoKs7xppyoMphNktTyoFyTOlLG14NcUQxlUxYuFHamD1h4GQUbeIpRDJ8Zy3j5SZuMX8-mRzr/s640/20091%20Coreto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="618" height="488" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs2GN8y6P2nBr3jJaZD3oEtmYRnhIsnwM6tpZT1LW3zdwoluGwPGQsLPWeQirrgMTPgr680I6U-S0FbMvn8rIc3lnpke2lan-JUjZgYxTz1OM5bhT8DKSDoKs7xppyoMphNktTyoFyTOlLG14NcUQxlUxYuFHamD1h4GQUbeIpRDJ8Zy3j5SZuMX8-mRzr/w472-h488/20091%20Coreto.jpg" width="472" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: 700;">FOTO 6</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjryzamXh7pq7o2L18N27FP-JE9Lz08kmRAUJRj6HKFmo-qmCOA-Q-t3cjLM2smAEZnUYySDhXiuFHNxybVKyJHSaPEvPhGeuImJmKXYC7lmV6xHgDdPxeSC0Bmav1VvkNPEGjmS7LxI77i-ktduDK3V2cm7JflCeBy-EzDhulNqg_rsmtdjyHXeSKZbTUD/s640/20092%20Coreto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="612" height="496" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjryzamXh7pq7o2L18N27FP-JE9Lz08kmRAUJRj6HKFmo-qmCOA-Q-t3cjLM2smAEZnUYySDhXiuFHNxybVKyJHSaPEvPhGeuImJmKXYC7lmV6xHgDdPxeSC0Bmav1VvkNPEGjmS7LxI77i-ktduDK3V2cm7JflCeBy-EzDhulNqg_rsmtdjyHXeSKZbTUD/w474-h496/20092%20Coreto.jpg" width="474" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: 700;">FOTO 7</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy98MvI0oyi2vGSZWQAmaTAzl3sT67Kvvex2EMmQKQdIf740fCcALLPFxk0fS2SV1kJG4qbfPNub0fT5JXv4kr19_DKf-Ep7JYmSgbPyYcAqB3Cl37AF79qt11h-7Sa_6o4uOGl_vz7VWYNusUYW7XNM4FGXp6sAe13eQIVjM1t0Op7gaPxfDKFR8tSGZC/s640/20093%20Coreto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="618" height="504" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy98MvI0oyi2vGSZWQAmaTAzl3sT67Kvvex2EMmQKQdIf740fCcALLPFxk0fS2SV1kJG4qbfPNub0fT5JXv4kr19_DKf-Ep7JYmSgbPyYcAqB3Cl37AF79qt11h-7Sa_6o4uOGl_vz7VWYNusUYW7XNM4FGXp6sAe13eQIVjM1t0Op7gaPxfDKFR8tSGZC/w487-h504/20093%20Coreto.jpg" width="487" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: 700;">FOTO 8</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn1P2pPY7rITesY8CbX7gR5rs9lSnXBR96bRcjJQrt1PR4g7J5fE2-JR9BQxu7aW9mVxYeGYE3_-huZZS4ljAy3Ld4HJFVH8je_VuQbdIGFzJwSW-6sIdr8pP3OS0jmYKV_jdummLdzlzNNwXI8mnbT5cUJdafzyufidVlm25cjlVWPp4Wpkt8ln7D0tKB/s640/20094%20B%20Coreto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="620" height="484" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn1P2pPY7rITesY8CbX7gR5rs9lSnXBR96bRcjJQrt1PR4g7J5fE2-JR9BQxu7aW9mVxYeGYE3_-huZZS4ljAy3Ld4HJFVH8je_VuQbdIGFzJwSW-6sIdr8pP3OS0jmYKV_jdummLdzlzNNwXI8mnbT5cUJdafzyufidVlm25cjlVWPp4Wpkt8ln7D0tKB/w469-h484/20094%20B%20Coreto.jpg" width="469" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: 700;">FOTO 9</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH7ZUuTJ5NPSIbTU9pk56RYvorkXJQpyMCo4T6w-j9NkxR2puQ0aa0-oRSOcieDm01vEuAkmv2EZXtCHDvnQtC2vx30G5CHk3bfkUH9YHLx6whyphenhypheniJ1llIcqSdNNnwxDV78hlaEhZ76y73oIskc3AKCO64lBhQfag8vMWu0jO3Pvpsgpl2bgDYxM98gbDRM/s1617/20095%20Coreto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1617" data-original-width="874" height="605" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH7ZUuTJ5NPSIbTU9pk56RYvorkXJQpyMCo4T6w-j9NkxR2puQ0aa0-oRSOcieDm01vEuAkmv2EZXtCHDvnQtC2vx30G5CHk3bfkUH9YHLx6whyphenhypheniJ1llIcqSdNNnwxDV78hlaEhZ76y73oIskc3AKCO64lBhQfag8vMWu0jO3Pvpsgpl2bgDYxM98gbDRM/w327-h605/20095%20Coreto.jpg" width="327" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: 700;">FOTO 10</span></div><p></p>Saudades do Riohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16099186743746313132noreply@blogger.com64tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588481406178513345.post-28337096124787603172024-02-10T07:00:00.001-03:002024-02-10T07:00:00.128-03:00CARNAVAL 1<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b> E aí está o carnaval!!!</b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Esperado por tantos, odiado por outros tantos, entre os quais me incluo.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>O Helio Ribeiro, gentilmente, enviou fotos mostrando como os bondes eram importantes nos festejos momescos...</b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Eu fui algumas vezes com o "velho" no bonde 13, até o Tabuleiro da Baiana, para ver o carnaval. Era um bom passeio, Levava um frasco de lança-perfume que, inocentemente, era atirado nos passageiros de outro bonde com o qual o nosso cruzava.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Um rolo de serpentinas também fazia parte do "equipamento".</b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Era divertido!</b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFhNszPxlZen7j-ssPeyJ-8ZjzZltfh6Mi5bB2ZfdRgqTfnavITxvRS2E_XHQl-YLIuoN04KAy32xGnqMYiStTsDWWWfbQ61DvSpc6NO4JoHgWvD20KqcdOSsOk02f5NcTexNFSvO8nLleNW4TAJ3snJLaKMfA7iEQjaiJv5QWtw8VEsOkbMZ4RSqotRvg/s747/20100%20Bonde%20carnaval.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="594" data-original-width="747" height="487" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFhNszPxlZen7j-ssPeyJ-8ZjzZltfh6Mi5bB2ZfdRgqTfnavITxvRS2E_XHQl-YLIuoN04KAy32xGnqMYiStTsDWWWfbQ61DvSpc6NO4JoHgWvD20KqcdOSsOk02f5NcTexNFSvO8nLleNW4TAJ3snJLaKMfA7iEQjaiJv5QWtw8VEsOkbMZ4RSqotRvg/w613-h487/20100%20Bonde%20carnaval.jpg" width="613" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red; font-size: medium;"><b>FOTO 1</b></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjafiFnU3L2HB2ii0zLFT3YhUVR0AqvZHA6fk3Dkq2CbmP48TGAq27f3u3uo9Ntr0ASIOim8lzs-p0OLj4eBzTr7LFue1HvIvYYlSKkz5Ac3H4Im2K_4RIgcmTVck4PpaJPWbhB5TO_cvtLLmaNZU4j04N2nWVdRDYMD98z7milai2_t2_7iXuLZeSB8zaa/s795/20101%20Bonde%20carnaval.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="538" data-original-width="795" height="408" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjafiFnU3L2HB2ii0zLFT3YhUVR0AqvZHA6fk3Dkq2CbmP48TGAq27f3u3uo9Ntr0ASIOim8lzs-p0OLj4eBzTr7LFue1HvIvYYlSKkz5Ac3H4Im2K_4RIgcmTVck4PpaJPWbhB5TO_cvtLLmaNZU4j04N2nWVdRDYMD98z7milai2_t2_7iXuLZeSB8zaa/w601-h408/20101%20Bonde%20carnaval.jpg" width="601" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b style="color: red;">FOTO 2</b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU-6WkHkUbdCgKepF3Q_FSQ3bkzP7lg2FNRJIULFnLkHpGaborE0Lt-1VfNE070azY7M313XETGo782ScBUgvCzOhKuMejxqJo0jda9oP1jVXt-Zi5OZ9D0l3-bZbREyGvo3CtKZjJrJBeUktwENoFIqTNkh8niE78Ks5sn1pTxTU9ur1uGG-Dj3FS7fws/s988/20102%20Bonde%20carnaval.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="657" data-original-width="988" height="376" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU-6WkHkUbdCgKepF3Q_FSQ3bkzP7lg2FNRJIULFnLkHpGaborE0Lt-1VfNE070azY7M313XETGo782ScBUgvCzOhKuMejxqJo0jda9oP1jVXt-Zi5OZ9D0l3-bZbREyGvo3CtKZjJrJBeUktwENoFIqTNkh8niE78Ks5sn1pTxTU9ur1uGG-Dj3FS7fws/w564-h376/20102%20Bonde%20carnaval.jpg" width="564" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b style="color: red;">FOTO 3</b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH-C2bHIUMbnCWM6Ar94MRLItnYctkouDdS73t3iz4T6MvQUxThU4CqtwsKbVPlHNZRwcEMdY05onT_ovLlC8ui_BukEt8DWE_jOaKfQ77HnlqK1KiZotIy8RwLlRp-mAx6BycdKq-pUjljMCzwqQNmD9ago1LYLoyAUsGCsXWXiTyAt9fqU7qFctPZ_Wo/s640/20103%20Bonde%20carnaval.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="470" data-original-width="640" height="402" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH-C2bHIUMbnCWM6Ar94MRLItnYctkouDdS73t3iz4T6MvQUxThU4CqtwsKbVPlHNZRwcEMdY05onT_ovLlC8ui_BukEt8DWE_jOaKfQ77HnlqK1KiZotIy8RwLlRp-mAx6BycdKq-pUjljMCzwqQNmD9ago1LYLoyAUsGCsXWXiTyAt9fqU7qFctPZ_Wo/w548-h402/20103%20Bonde%20carnaval.jpg" width="548" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b style="color: red;">FOTO 4</b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJQtet9U_yP1dJcc4NvJIHqYxx8tCAYUsZLDc3nQTAgs8aMumPqVOs0UzjOPLbWJqCwT3pIFqI2K1q2FkWwoqLqBZ-QUN81kPvmWvPRiSVpkulmYAU73LVHrK_LbinIUauZ_K7SVcWlMkQk6Bi7vn-Qmo0eW7UFG9e9aPPMo_gXLr8J8lK3M7X4h6UpmCy/s640/20104%20Bonde%20carnaval.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="426" data-original-width="640" height="388" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJQtet9U_yP1dJcc4NvJIHqYxx8tCAYUsZLDc3nQTAgs8aMumPqVOs0UzjOPLbWJqCwT3pIFqI2K1q2FkWwoqLqBZ-QUN81kPvmWvPRiSVpkulmYAU73LVHrK_LbinIUauZ_K7SVcWlMkQk6Bi7vn-Qmo0eW7UFG9e9aPPMo_gXLr8J8lK3M7X4h6UpmCy/w583-h388/20104%20Bonde%20carnaval.jpg" width="583" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b style="color: red;">FOTO 5</b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQoCNURL08fjp8Xzz0iaYKu1hpMX5NDYz5fpGfsiKiqapkgfkSwFkGV9PiPXUuGczCou4rjAOgxTsW-VK0f91o7DOEHmhfWsnJn39VJilZWWpetznBrEXGdxOzHFOpnwyEIwcRsJCLSNJe5eZzdcxNe9QMssClSEPcUPtU1KKLAMbIddur5ACfE8SmwLr5/s611/20105%20Bonde%20carnaval.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="370" data-original-width="611" height="323" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQoCNURL08fjp8Xzz0iaYKu1hpMX5NDYz5fpGfsiKiqapkgfkSwFkGV9PiPXUuGczCou4rjAOgxTsW-VK0f91o7DOEHmhfWsnJn39VJilZWWpetznBrEXGdxOzHFOpnwyEIwcRsJCLSNJe5eZzdcxNe9QMssClSEPcUPtU1KKLAMbIddur5ACfE8SmwLr5/w533-h323/20105%20Bonde%20carnaval.jpg" width="533" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b style="color: red;">FOTO 6</b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrwmglShggaytHsCYHObR82K0xQTj-wJF7McaN3ty1g2vs1gD-SZ0O0e1yeWxDDsyi_dR3Y90OvafIWpM9PxAs035aUFGd28ysZpkaJ78M6GVhw0YT8mIH1mZt6mUS7ARLqmk2kC8vmbwFAeO7De9UaFTvvg7Y5mEX5AG8tdxtHDqsiqvg56b2Na2KiWAm/s494/20106%20Bonde%20carnaval.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="298" data-original-width="494" height="362" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrwmglShggaytHsCYHObR82K0xQTj-wJF7McaN3ty1g2vs1gD-SZ0O0e1yeWxDDsyi_dR3Y90OvafIWpM9PxAs035aUFGd28ysZpkaJ78M6GVhw0YT8mIH1mZt6mUS7ARLqmk2kC8vmbwFAeO7De9UaFTvvg7Y5mEX5AG8tdxtHDqsiqvg56b2Na2KiWAm/w600-h362/20106%20Bonde%20carnaval.jpg" width="600" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b style="color: red;">FOTO 7</b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdTQLD5ix881VgUyVritvloJtuleUT778t4oF3QfDOVTcRi29cxC4llGtxjSxpUQzlSld9DBB9QBaSGRu7HhHsL2b3Lqdkuf-ckFZbLCgtbYyfpSgITf2cDBRYWZVD5r7L68U8DdtQjgeNIW5B6bqr04vFe4oPJh7mRBpeFVOgTYqxSJCGT2Z-8S7y26Ab/s750/20107%20Bonde%20carnaval.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="750" height="359" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdTQLD5ix881VgUyVritvloJtuleUT778t4oF3QfDOVTcRi29cxC4llGtxjSxpUQzlSld9DBB9QBaSGRu7HhHsL2b3Lqdkuf-ckFZbLCgtbYyfpSgITf2cDBRYWZVD5r7L68U8DdtQjgeNIW5B6bqr04vFe4oPJh7mRBpeFVOgTYqxSJCGT2Z-8S7y26Ab/w539-h359/20107%20Bonde%20carnaval.jpg" width="539" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b style="color: red;">FOTO 8</b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="447" height="606" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIlz9P4v5AlMTzhD1spqqMZtQKR1qlxFTNPDqenW8_FL_-Ud832qcu1v6PwZlt9x0-5iNNU0ADsi2XCrFBEzf4RKe1dWOOi-SAW4wmfIu-KpvE-w-D_MthMHZzhHbaePn4YHfbdIccKm8QYAJE7fJ3jAhnfge8G5r9IeqqRNS7aOdZpVgM2oy-1HOO3fJd/w424-h606/20109%20Bonde%20carnaval.jpg" width="424" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="color: red;">FOTO 10</b></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9BD-qhw5ZvTFzIeAj2NcTGhVPWyZljrEsG4OQbGtCuut8TtodPlr4nr-u-RxoMxat_B2hkMXOqHgddqGyRhU-Jeaj6dIM0lqLtIQtW_qWRSR2QPAUG0f-OP5S0sh4HydbdH7Ldr1zso4EJvgEHZHfGHtg5-0QZzKQvQLScW53HPgXX4oedVaX24cHFrc7/s570/20111%20Convite%20Mauroxar%C3%A1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="570" data-original-width="411" height="637" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9BD-qhw5ZvTFzIeAj2NcTGhVPWyZljrEsG4OQbGtCuut8TtodPlr4nr-u-RxoMxat_B2hkMXOqHgddqGyRhU-Jeaj6dIM0lqLtIQtW_qWRSR2QPAUG0f-OP5S0sh4HydbdH7Ldr1zso4EJvgEHZHfGHtg5-0QZzKQvQLScW53HPgXX4oedVaX24cHFrc7/w460-h637/20111%20Convite%20Mauroxar%C3%A1.JPG" width="460" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: red;">FOTO 11</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>(o Mauroxará enviou este convite)</b></div></span><p></p>Saudades do Riohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16099186743746313132noreply@blogger.com95tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588481406178513345.post-68260708281613697462024-02-07T07:00:00.001-03:002024-02-07T07:00:00.136-03:00ONDE É?<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizJi1DgxtPC8LdhvIxAanALGhi2A4WNfxT2gqNeWqz_2dxMTWha2ksrMNFpJZP3u8LiEiFyFR_z6dbxnX331WDuPidcsRV0TnWKc58ni2aAZhaCZHJp95HoPVfFFvOue85wzAVaM2GmEt0izmnZ4iveY2FdXF3dP-UzjdoIb_O7OUoAkmDW2dWi_PtgpRc/s1068/20067%20Onde%20%C3%A9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="731" data-original-width="1068" height="438" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizJi1DgxtPC8LdhvIxAanALGhi2A4WNfxT2gqNeWqz_2dxMTWha2ksrMNFpJZP3u8LiEiFyFR_z6dbxnX331WDuPidcsRV0TnWKc58ni2aAZhaCZHJp95HoPVfFFvOue85wzAVaM2GmEt0izmnZ4iveY2FdXF3dP-UzjdoIb_O7OUoAkmDW2dWi_PtgpRc/w641-h438/20067%20Onde%20%C3%A9.jpg" width="641" /></a></div><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"> FOTO 1 (garimpada pelo Nickolas. Quem já viu, abstenha-se. </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbSoiIvMCszHJS9PyHcDfsLLZ4nR-iunkIsszxXz08QjJ0ExmDfiQfmhkW9o66CV0VSQS6-duiloZUWIB41C9zkIzlmAiytJjcgNRqza1Dz8Sk8V7FDyEeZOQTvUbYxCfdvCMRhCnaDo8yIAwQd3IF6lz1ZeKAbFzKz755vSw9PTzzTNzD15zr8DMw3IwY/s785/5411%20b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="507" data-original-width="785" height="381" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbSoiIvMCszHJS9PyHcDfsLLZ4nR-iunkIsszxXz08QjJ0ExmDfiQfmhkW9o66CV0VSQS6-duiloZUWIB41C9zkIzlmAiytJjcgNRqza1Dz8Sk8V7FDyEeZOQTvUbYxCfdvCMRhCnaDo8yIAwQd3IF6lz1ZeKAbFzKz755vSw9PTzzTNzD15zr8DMw3IwY/w589-h381/5411%20b.jpg" width="589" /></a></div><br /></b><b><span style="font-size: medium;">FOTO 2 (Enviada pelo Helio)</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5vsOBBRKT8DW712P8q2cV-aYLLiEr-fHtrjRjkxpRkYw4PwgCdIgVBq4KsXnZ7RODpMKXh5Yq019hWMDLgiXheA2k8z-JFlYPv3W61FxFlY2H2UFxZvxRTtCH5pUc3ysGdn2ZBlrCguFbrlWiKBtjnKnafhH3zcpxkEFsG6_ja05XZXiJ-HJtUIBoaNzL/s500/19181%20Onde%20%C3%A9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="313" data-original-width="500" height="399" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5vsOBBRKT8DW712P8q2cV-aYLLiEr-fHtrjRjkxpRkYw4PwgCdIgVBq4KsXnZ7RODpMKXh5Yq019hWMDLgiXheA2k8z-JFlYPv3W61FxFlY2H2UFxZvxRTtCH5pUc3ysGdn2ZBlrCguFbrlWiKBtjnKnafhH3zcpxkEFsG6_ja05XZXiJ-HJtUIBoaNzL/w639-h399/19181%20Onde%20%C3%A9.jpg" width="639" /></a></div><br /></b><b><span style="font-size: medium;">FOTO 7</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKhTto-OukLMUQHGLHSlNns7VVOX7GM6EwxzeYNPRb98LTxBl7ceRi5QFSTlTLKsJ3GvME7zeDAXjW7b3pmveQbl80I0Qr1enuthi72nmgjXmMFVEK_6BxIPuO1KU3xBLqOQZ7ZphZTjfGvS4Az8CFWX1GkJ6ZPqDtMXiU_xN4fXYGgLGn5hNELj8UoTSn/s564/19688%20Onde%20%C3%A9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="564" data-original-width="355" height="558" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKhTto-OukLMUQHGLHSlNns7VVOX7GM6EwxzeYNPRb98LTxBl7ceRi5QFSTlTLKsJ3GvME7zeDAXjW7b3pmveQbl80I0Qr1enuthi72nmgjXmMFVEK_6BxIPuO1KU3xBLqOQZ7ZphZTjfGvS4Az8CFWX1GkJ6ZPqDtMXiU_xN4fXYGgLGn5hNELj8UoTSn/w351-h558/19688%20Onde%20%C3%A9.JPG" width="351" /></a></div></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b><b><span style="font-size: medium;">FOTO 8</span></b></div></b></div><p></p>Saudades do Riohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16099186743746313132noreply@blogger.com81tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588481406178513345.post-38565436662410667912024-02-05T07:00:00.031-03:002024-02-05T07:00:00.133-03:00TURISMO NO CENTRO HISTÓRICO DO RIO<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Somos uns privilegiados
por termos, desde os primórdios da cidade, governantes preocupados com a
memória do Rio. Hoje propomos um passeio turístico pelo centro histórico tão
bem preservado há séculos, qual seja o Morro do Castelo. Todos podem aproveitar o feriado do carnaval para este programa.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">É fantástico termos a
possibilidade de conhecer o Rio de antigamente, protegido, como em tantas
cidades do hemisfério norte.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p>
<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;">Além do Morro do Castelo,
caso haja tempo, todos devem dar uma passada pelo Palácio Monroe, pelo Conselho
Municipal em estilo manuelino na Praça Floriano, pelo prédio da Faculdade
Nacional de Medicina ali na Av. Pasteur, pelo Chafariz da Carioca, pelas belas
mansões da Av. Atlântica, pelo Pavilhão Mourisco, pelo Pavilhão de Regatas,
pelo prédio do Elixir Nogueira, pelo Hotel Avenida, pelo Mercado Municipal
(cuja estrutura abriga boxes como os do Cais da Ribeira em Lisboa, Mercado
San Miguel em Madri ou a La Boqueria em Barcelona), e tantos outros lugares maravilhosos que foram
preservados.</span></b> </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrjCfPHOyzyTqw_OK_a-TLnV8QpSBjDt49nNsHb3tJWNekjEZAYyRXnyDJMRmnzi50r4Oq3JhDzNr2X6vMXaZQs0_IdNrKJWQ0bNVuxtaZu0LFo1T3-580qnQM9Z5gsBC3rS-E25eQGQU7uKD-I6z8r-b2kiSCPYysGf4uMRO2i9ZB6fliCXXaSwA90yhS/s1980/751%20Morro%20do%20Castelo%20-%20Copia.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1243" data-original-width="1980" height="369" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrjCfPHOyzyTqw_OK_a-TLnV8QpSBjDt49nNsHb3tJWNekjEZAYyRXnyDJMRmnzi50r4Oq3JhDzNr2X6vMXaZQs0_IdNrKJWQ0bNVuxtaZu0LFo1T3-580qnQM9Z5gsBC3rS-E25eQGQU7uKD-I6z8r-b2kiSCPYysGf4uMRO2i9ZB6fliCXXaSwA90yhS/w587-h369/751%20Morro%20do%20Castelo%20-%20Copia.jpg" width="587" /></a></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 1</span>: A cidade do Rio de Janeiro foi transferida para o alto do Morro do
Castelo em 1567. Com uma altura de 63 metros, o Morro do Castelo ocupava uma
área de 184.800 meros quadrados.</span></span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJv0f3qf69KJXO0U1ywHte_w6xhIvjMQKfuWx7RAuNhghZAYXXrOAv7ZLSc56alCEq5ahRVG63W43uxhzyELh1YjTilwNLnSVjxPNCm1pIslJVGohDbYGBAP2L_tZrQObcbS7C_UkWWwgTDIElYzYMdkyxQ8EqEKclHa6wBNoqv7va1Db52zFBvouS8FcD/s882/20062%20A%20Mapa%20Morro%20do%20Castelo.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="580" data-original-width="882" height="389" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJv0f3qf69KJXO0U1ywHte_w6xhIvjMQKfuWx7RAuNhghZAYXXrOAv7ZLSc56alCEq5ahRVG63W43uxhzyELh1YjTilwNLnSVjxPNCm1pIslJVGohDbYGBAP2L_tZrQObcbS7C_UkWWwgTDIElYzYMdkyxQ8EqEKclHa6wBNoqv7va1Db52zFBvouS8FcD/w593-h389/20062%20A%20Mapa%20Morro%20do%20Castelo.jpg" width="593" /></a></b></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 2</span>: </span></span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">O Morro do Castelo estendia-se sobre a
área hoje delimitada pela Av. Rio Branco (linha vermelha) e pelas ruas Santa Luzia, D. Manuel e
São José. Havia três ladeiras que partiam do cume do morro, em direção às
planícies que o circundavam.</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: medium;"><b>Eram a Ladeira da Misericórdia, a primeira via pública da cidade; a Ladeira do Castelo e a Ladeira do Seminário.</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgsDTERDlmTdfgPmkf63RMSDUCHA51yPotQ1JmPQLhLk6DOvb_homUM1HN9eZm186DfhbM4UpNwcG4GuevNSMQpkkPEmI4ek2TJ754ofLVFu6ImpeBs3fqWkO-l8Vadr1cMlGHB5RqwrDw5TUplW4LwaSdT01Mz-1HtHpebs4MbXD-aYHROHSf8v5T7AJA/s775/6675%20NS%20Bonsucesso.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="523" data-original-width="775" height="384" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgsDTERDlmTdfgPmkf63RMSDUCHA51yPotQ1JmPQLhLk6DOvb_homUM1HN9eZm186DfhbM4UpNwcG4GuevNSMQpkkPEmI4ek2TJ754ofLVFu6ImpeBs3fqWkO-l8Vadr1cMlGHB5RqwrDw5TUplW4LwaSdT01Mz-1HtHpebs4MbXD-aYHROHSf8v5T7AJA/w569-h384/6675%20NS%20Bonsucesso.jpg" width="569" /></a></span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 3</span>: </span></span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Vemos a Igreja de N.S. de
Bonsucesso, situada no Largo da Misericórdia, junto à Santa Casa. Ao lado vemos
a Ladeira da Misericórdia.</span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYczDTwc5klrLW2_AgX3EDJF6mWzqLWYDJ0QAUTpLqt7_EnWhmwB2VDdnssQbVWd5o2no5-UGQkUAM-8K4sEKPGBE6iIOJBDDMsR7lL2fTEDn2OaGJYhbqy0I5QMKxa9oiuHl5nJaSGePKW-cN2WYtrS830Pj_15d2jif8vrBJoFpCbgmAhTaHN4JoZMLF/s752/20063%20Ladeira%20do%20Castelo.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="713" data-original-width="752" height="494" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYczDTwc5klrLW2_AgX3EDJF6mWzqLWYDJ0QAUTpLqt7_EnWhmwB2VDdnssQbVWd5o2no5-UGQkUAM-8K4sEKPGBE6iIOJBDDMsR7lL2fTEDn2OaGJYhbqy0I5QMKxa9oiuHl5nJaSGePKW-cN2WYtrS830Pj_15d2jif8vrBJoFpCbgmAhTaHN4JoZMLF/w522-h494/20063%20Ladeira%20do%20Castelo.jpg" width="522" /></a></b></div><b><br /></b><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 4</span>: </span></span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A Ladeira do Castelo que descia em direção à atual Cinelandia.</span></span></b><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1ZqjDFVqvYSOAol7J_wWCUmDJyAinhpSpZgdWeH7kxTuk2T_jXMFlHODMmqY_NtsGm2rkAttfJkIk6rAORJUGYR9Ka8ojWsO9Os1KSNkkunK10E1i1WYyc6i2InOe0wa6rVZHutNQAvaBh1AmDdWoVrIVu5dOdT2Qru6-lJRdCk6zRXKlz9W2ZDSPxuGY/s499/20028%20Igreja%20do%20Castelo.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="499" data-original-width="345" height="610" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1ZqjDFVqvYSOAol7J_wWCUmDJyAinhpSpZgdWeH7kxTuk2T_jXMFlHODMmqY_NtsGm2rkAttfJkIk6rAORJUGYR9Ka8ojWsO9Os1KSNkkunK10E1i1WYyc6i2InOe0wa6rVZHutNQAvaBh1AmDdWoVrIVu5dOdT2Qru6-lJRdCk6zRXKlz9W2ZDSPxuGY/w422-h610/20028%20Igreja%20do%20Castelo.JPG" width="422" /></a></b></div><b><br /></b><b><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 5</span>: </span></span></b><b><span style="line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A Igreja do Morro do Castelo.</span></span></b></div></b><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqJjQV1nzEHwqvrwD2LC6Tw8elmmGNz_rNIS6nPYYpJnBn50cL035K9tUSYXnrsOOtfTTZOChga05XTJlZ5Rx4Q9qr1j9C0bbIm3jCOqpzLEk6uQh_k8C4fElmnRy5kSDdL3uT1mXwlEknXoRqiZVXOE5cGBgJjDwhnQVTZ-rm9N1adlruGZIXpSnSILI2/s960/7589Igrejadosjesuitas.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="724" data-original-width="960" height="420" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqJjQV1nzEHwqvrwD2LC6Tw8elmmGNz_rNIS6nPYYpJnBn50cL035K9tUSYXnrsOOtfTTZOChga05XTJlZ5Rx4Q9qr1j9C0bbIm3jCOqpzLEk6uQh_k8C4fElmnRy5kSDdL3uT1mXwlEknXoRqiZVXOE5cGBgJjDwhnQVTZ-rm9N1adlruGZIXpSnSILI2/w557-h420/7589Igrejadosjesuitas.jpg" width="557" /></a></b></div><b><br /></b><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 6</span>: </span></span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Este é o interior da Igreja dos Jesuítas no Morro do Castelo.</span></span></b><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6GZAbue8IHe9cEWzUVGYcAoRtjOMq-iy3wt3_6eCqXLbeKIu58gIkFQI-s5fCyC_TgPJZWlDvA9LkpB-AHN4Xg-Z57awde08ijhraLDdyMHyyOXRx_TzcyxJVZZ8W74GRIPKKkWCR3Axt6yGEVtdZMCxHNEB9tt69thtkW7CSTax4fpO3GnM-uy840Auz/s1100/8041hospitalsaozacharias.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1100" height="403" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6GZAbue8IHe9cEWzUVGYcAoRtjOMq-iy3wt3_6eCqXLbeKIu58gIkFQI-s5fCyC_TgPJZWlDvA9LkpB-AHN4Xg-Z57awde08ijhraLDdyMHyyOXRx_TzcyxJVZZ8W74GRIPKKkWCR3Axt6yGEVtdZMCxHNEB9tt69thtkW7CSTax4fpO3GnM-uy840Auz/w553-h403/8041hospitalsaozacharias.jpg" width="553" /></a></b></div><b><br /></b><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 7</span>: </span></span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Na foto de Malta, do acervo do IMS, vemos a Igreja dos Jesuítas e o
Hospital São Zacharias no Morro do Castelo. O hospital teve vida efêmera neste
local, menos de 10 anos. Foi reconstruído na entrada do Tunel Novo, junto à
Ladeira do Leme. </span></span></b><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 107%;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgok0yzFIPgKIhMQZGSr62QzDwPRAvhvLS25c_sQh4T44xRNlgUzpEGwACF6xqNdXNeko6CAS230f59MnaRBWO329iaSuA8uaj2rH4Kc-yQaRHCaRaSR0Z2pC26gq6vGYf0ykDExrtVUyTLBA1Vs3qS2GrnkxmQlP6oJHWvLxIH0C2odxxq9FDHC2dIYYt5/s509/20030%20Altar%20do%20Castelo.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="509" data-original-width="352" height="539" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgok0yzFIPgKIhMQZGSr62QzDwPRAvhvLS25c_sQh4T44xRNlgUzpEGwACF6xqNdXNeko6CAS230f59MnaRBWO329iaSuA8uaj2rH4Kc-yQaRHCaRaSR0Z2pC26gq6vGYf0ykDExrtVUyTLBA1Vs3qS2GrnkxmQlP6oJHWvLxIH0C2odxxq9FDHC2dIYYt5/w372-h539/20030%20Altar%20do%20Castelo.JPG" width="372" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-weight: 700;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 8</span>: </span></span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">O altar da Igreja do Castelo em fotografia de 1921.</span></span></b></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 21.4px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL8fMqXmr7ASzE9UnQ04Hd-rgkivTjWfTF9GYLDfoy9Lik5EwBFNE2jBH3KmeZWv_HqnaydFgJjT51ZEdjy1I69OFRGJd507BNblgdfYU77WVSTf3MZANG1T2ezsFp13dArj4J7Cbmc-svRiUl7lje32Dm-n7uI9oOzRSFcV68SzQcvJqvqy-c6KBTJvhU/s3678/20064%20Missa%20Castelo.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2645" data-original-width="3678" height="432" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL8fMqXmr7ASzE9UnQ04Hd-rgkivTjWfTF9GYLDfoy9Lik5EwBFNE2jBH3KmeZWv_HqnaydFgJjT51ZEdjy1I69OFRGJd507BNblgdfYU77WVSTf3MZANG1T2ezsFp13dArj4J7Cbmc-svRiUl7lje32Dm-n7uI9oOzRSFcV68SzQcvJqvqy-c6KBTJvhU/w601-h432/20064%20Missa%20Castelo.jpg" width="601" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 9</span>: </span></span></b><b style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Esta foto de Malta, de 02/11/1921, os frades barbadinhos celebraram sua última missa na Igreja de São Sebastião. Mesmo sendo Dia de Finados houve grande afluência de fiéis. Entre eles o Professor Pintáfona com Mme. Simmons, o General Miranda, o Conde di Lido, o AG, etc.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A igreja de São Sebastião foi começada em 1567. Antiga Sé do Rio de Janeiro, foi elevada à Catedral em 1676. Perdeu o título em 1734 para a Igreja da Cruz dos Militares. Abandonada em 1843 foi depredada por vândalos. em 1861. Foi reocupada pelos padres capuchinhos que a reformaram.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Na capela-mor ficava a sepultura de Estácio de Sá. Na parte externa, junto ao portal, via-se implantado do chão o marco simbólico da fundação da cidade do Rio de Janeiro.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Por trás do templo ficava o hospício dos frades capuchinhos, conhecidos vulgarmente por "Barbadinhos". </span></span></b></div></span></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 21.4px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD9a-zYKPqATxlmlIPnFEEaLFlBJVNMJw7Fj_bGEoA-ftXScfrKMLkxnReJ3OAp269wDSNFdqzrE15mW9p80_nJsB0bR3xciyI4WVOImSYLd-zqO44l5dP4gOinGkLDqp7TrtfXzvrT3sutn15zuw1ex0qjg6QvwsumLJ_KlRXwnX3GylqZyXdWf2gY4bW/s819/20031%20Castelo.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="511" data-original-width="819" height="377" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD9a-zYKPqATxlmlIPnFEEaLFlBJVNMJw7Fj_bGEoA-ftXScfrKMLkxnReJ3OAp269wDSNFdqzrE15mW9p80_nJsB0bR3xciyI4WVOImSYLd-zqO44l5dP4gOinGkLDqp7TrtfXzvrT3sutn15zuw1ex0qjg6QvwsumLJ_KlRXwnX3GylqZyXdWf2gY4bW/w603-h377/20031%20Castelo.JPG" width="603" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 10</span>: </span></span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Uma das grandes lendas
referentes ao Morro do Castelo é a de que haveria espaçosos subterrâneos, grandes
salas, longos corredores, vastas galerias em diversas direções e profundidade,
que esconderiam, desde o século XVIII, ricos tesouros ocultos pelos jesuítas.</span></span></b></div>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Alegava-se que a súbita
expulsão dos jesuítas do Brasil, em 1759, deixou para trás tesouros escondidos, entre eles uma estátua de Santo Inácio de Loyola, em tamanho natural, de ouro maciço.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">É verdade, entretanto, que havia uma galeria subterrânea, uma grande obra de engenharia. No seu interior foram encontradas correntes, coleiras de ferro que prendiam escravos e outros apetrechos de suplício.</span></span></b></p><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0TN380euTehstbQKQb40TInuKgfWYPkBsE7y2EogLoSlCh8YwkCGlmrMZvcfrc6BxVF0WwbI7_MdQqy-M2eT83GC1QO7Mz2_i2348zMpWt1CTCK_mqmKE6EC4fK9GSnEI4YFV_CA73zjUeqdc4Vj7bpk8dy8GE8wFKeNWvfc08LYju1vSGDMLBDpvdWF9/s659/20032%20Observat%C3%B3rio%20do%20Castelo.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="431" data-original-width="659" height="423" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0TN380euTehstbQKQb40TInuKgfWYPkBsE7y2EogLoSlCh8YwkCGlmrMZvcfrc6BxVF0WwbI7_MdQqy-M2eT83GC1QO7Mz2_i2348zMpWt1CTCK_mqmKE6EC4fK9GSnEI4YFV_CA73zjUeqdc4Vj7bpk8dy8GE8wFKeNWvfc08LYju1vSGDMLBDpvdWF9/w648-h423/20032%20Observat%C3%B3rio%20do%20Castelo.JPG" width="648" /></a></div><br /></span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 11</span>: </span></span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">No Morro do Castelo funcionava o Observatório Nacional, em instalações precárias. Chamado inicialmente de Imperial Observatório do Rio de Janeiro, teve seu nome alterado em 1890 para Observatório Astronômico do Rio de Janeiro e, finalmente, ganhou o nome de Observatório Nacional a partir de 1909. </span></span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">No início da década de 1920 foi construído um novo Observatório no Morro de São Januário.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDh9nw8pGYxbYzWSRRRKnOyrTp_reC78sQQlDF_cGQPRXdepo88W1sJ6gVTWGa3sz8B3_TVTExS-rD8fYgMDAkWWtOMisMGTzUa6CPTlP-H6Vxu_RuuhjGqCxdnEyeOov4L3Ljv3zf3V9z_iJheHxhgV3ZAplSNLco7Lkiyfl2mKyTsd8-VN7gxuMe8yvp/s660/20065.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="660" data-original-width="480" height="531" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDh9nw8pGYxbYzWSRRRKnOyrTp_reC78sQQlDF_cGQPRXdepo88W1sJ6gVTWGa3sz8B3_TVTExS-rD8fYgMDAkWWtOMisMGTzUa6CPTlP-H6Vxu_RuuhjGqCxdnEyeOov4L3Ljv3zf3V9z_iJheHxhgV3ZAplSNLco7Lkiyfl2mKyTsd8-VN7gxuMe8yvp/w387-h531/20065.jpg" width="387" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 12</span>: </span></span></b><b style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A cabine do Telégrafo Nacional no Morro do Castelo, junto à qual ficava o Posto Semafórico.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><br /></span></b></div></span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></b></div></span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFQRFT0HGa7ql4bQlLq0oQeyicVeprigMnIw-TRjdNVpZD4hPS4FdotF8kGGTce3C0UJBoKJBD1PiWcERU6q3DjNlY3AMinQy17kHez5lg_jKvvDiztvWmqRn0NrhgQUNY2O8mcoXzJTacgVK-wOMVv25i8rD7oKJp_-TfQxQzDLRL-haC4qGxONHEScUr/s854/20033%20Esta%C3%A7%C3%A3o%20de%20sinais%20semaf%C3%B3ricos.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="502" data-original-width="854" height="337" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFQRFT0HGa7ql4bQlLq0oQeyicVeprigMnIw-TRjdNVpZD4hPS4FdotF8kGGTce3C0UJBoKJBD1PiWcERU6q3DjNlY3AMinQy17kHez5lg_jKvvDiztvWmqRn0NrhgQUNY2O8mcoXzJTacgVK-wOMVv25i8rD7oKJp_-TfQxQzDLRL-haC4qGxONHEScUr/w573-h337/20033%20Esta%C3%A7%C3%A3o%20de%20sinais%20semaf%C3%B3ricos.JPG" width="573" /></a></b></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 13</span>: </span></span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A partir de 1703 os comerciantes do Rio eram informados dos navios que demandavam o porto por meio de sinais convencionais, comunicados à Praça do Comércio pelo posto do alto do Morro do Castelo. As informações eram transmitidas para lá pela Fortaleza de Santa Cruz, pois era esta que fazia as perguntas aos navios que entravam na barra.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOLHfgH3zScmkGFn4leBvwrOxaAr5Z_Z_q6iImohNfeJ7vSuDul8XapgdjhBNzltTFVQ4ZMh8eHklSV17hNyGG8RZm1YpwGsbNpJS7kjiUmaT_xYxo2dlC03msVYGX2lcr6Y_ReF1669nElmvF-zc1C0fOzk1VOHzHwfhuNeMlpJYBgSYlu0dFOVZ-8jl0/s753/20034%20Casatelo.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="496" data-original-width="753" height="427" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOLHfgH3zScmkGFn4leBvwrOxaAr5Z_Z_q6iImohNfeJ7vSuDul8XapgdjhBNzltTFVQ4ZMh8eHklSV17hNyGG8RZm1YpwGsbNpJS7kjiUmaT_xYxo2dlC03msVYGX2lcr6Y_ReF1669nElmvF-zc1C0fOzk1VOHzHwfhuNeMlpJYBgSYlu0dFOVZ-8jl0/w647-h427/20034%20Casatelo.JPG" width="647" /></a></div><br /></span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 14</span>: </span></span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Os antepassados dos inesquecíveis Lulu&Dudu em sua faina diária no Morro do Castelo.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9m2HA_9SV3aNu85dCyl0aB7t77dQVxGzygB0Ejmzs1Uk4i2zu3_onNfsYfcNhPUe0ePLhH3Gzt7tZzlDVh7PSkEbtXDRyjGN0EdQxjvw7AWsudlhavcBM5G7bZ1URYDGAerVaoX6WfXDNYMDY8MNQzgOA_ulIb6ANPDfLlkRN4csn8czBkYdd13K7qvU_/s843/20035%20Chafariz%20e%20igreja%20barbadinhos.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="504" data-original-width="843" height="399" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9m2HA_9SV3aNu85dCyl0aB7t77dQVxGzygB0Ejmzs1Uk4i2zu3_onNfsYfcNhPUe0ePLhH3Gzt7tZzlDVh7PSkEbtXDRyjGN0EdQxjvw7AWsudlhavcBM5G7bZ1URYDGAerVaoX6WfXDNYMDY8MNQzgOA_ulIb6ANPDfLlkRN4csn8czBkYdd13K7qvU_/w668-h399/20035%20Chafariz%20e%20igreja%20barbadinhos.JPG" width="668" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><br /></span></b></div></span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 15</span>: </span></span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">O Chafariz do Morro do Castelo era o único que abastecia a cidade. Na foto já aparece bastante danificado no início dos anos 1910. Situado junto à Igreja dos Barbadinhos.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfu5LcL9bootydzv-As_oRFbXOJrNSXu8SCdq1hThDKFLUu5RYk2VbK-xluvJhY46CnBOsu3HyQltGY5pjkwakWSgxH2HWQhd0yAS5GlB8RSoWIt1zVetuVe0GZlKzW7BGxr-hyNwOs5so1WDLeGPjpZTgdZ_oXR90vCRpRKPhYbFaZ_nib6Y6kwNJW1oB/s844/20036%20Gruta%20com%20capela%20Capuchinhos.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="507" data-original-width="844" height="385" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfu5LcL9bootydzv-As_oRFbXOJrNSXu8SCdq1hThDKFLUu5RYk2VbK-xluvJhY46CnBOsu3HyQltGY5pjkwakWSgxH2HWQhd0yAS5GlB8RSoWIt1zVetuVe0GZlKzW7BGxr-hyNwOs5so1WDLeGPjpZTgdZ_oXR90vCRpRKPhYbFaZ_nib6Y6kwNJW1oB/w641-h385/20036%20Gruta%20com%20capela%20Capuchinhos.JPG" width="641" /></a></div><br /></span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 16</span>: </span></span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A gruta com capela junto do Convento dos Capuchinhos.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjguqKolMNSJrehcE_w9PWMBLsVCvOkVc53BoF8dsmlIvty8viB29xwGxCwW0yv5uLg733kRdT7ClwCeKEqqWECBmHyX0p5mbKyPmtFzMN8GhBDKKBNRw1f42KNLON8UTnMu25Nf_6DyzunAsoO5H_38Lv5BBsLB_i1LnB0lE_7ImFuQoA8SPXXOgRbd6DV/s844/20037%20Escola%20Carlos%20Chagas.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="512" data-original-width="844" height="409" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjguqKolMNSJrehcE_w9PWMBLsVCvOkVc53BoF8dsmlIvty8viB29xwGxCwW0yv5uLg733kRdT7ClwCeKEqqWECBmHyX0p5mbKyPmtFzMN8GhBDKKBNRw1f42KNLON8UTnMu25Nf_6DyzunAsoO5H_38Lv5BBsLB_i1LnB0lE_7ImFuQoA8SPXXOgRbd6DV/w674-h409/20037%20Escola%20Carlos%20Chagas.JPG" width="674" /></a></div><br /></span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 17</span>: </span></span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">O prédio com paredes brancas é a Escola Carlos Chagas.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiAoA40nGy644RscZAI3E1NIv7lEEL6l5pjaS9yDA3kBinW9qnBNZtPRhBCpHtaMXuTuIp3SFykxjnoHhelvKg8PDaEGA3OBBw7uB2RG6alRRggySbRSlwtOF9CaJ6UTXFAUbKDbiUs75eQqnncs7XHexfQ1LY9qQF9aYNvClAJT1ls4eIBEMvDDWhzTBH/s2659/20060%20Caixa%20d%C2%B4%C3%A1gua.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1969" data-original-width="2659" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiAoA40nGy644RscZAI3E1NIv7lEEL6l5pjaS9yDA3kBinW9qnBNZtPRhBCpHtaMXuTuIp3SFykxjnoHhelvKg8PDaEGA3OBBw7uB2RG6alRRggySbRSlwtOF9CaJ6UTXFAUbKDbiUs75eQqnncs7XHexfQ1LY9qQF9aYNvClAJT1ls4eIBEMvDDWhzTBH/w571-h424/20060%20Caixa%20d%C2%B4%C3%A1gua.jpg" width="571" /></a></div><br /></span></b><b style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 18</span>: Foto da caixa d´água do Morro do Castelo.</span></span></b></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR2bbvC0FUEB7Hd8nk9-VDcmP0xTswzhqlRvCtA83WkqkSaQm5qnJEPp89-lUo8LcaPk-257DNDRWXqdbxNPLe461n9CEWzdP3EBobWSQRygQmsXFPDOTNsUKmRC1UsFsO7kGwG4qc0EQ-mciCBMFmW7kRdYLKvDvvrOIGgbjHxgDMJp15kgyN927XccJd/s1190/20038%20Morro%20do%20Castelo.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="496" data-original-width="1190" height="312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR2bbvC0FUEB7Hd8nk9-VDcmP0xTswzhqlRvCtA83WkqkSaQm5qnJEPp89-lUo8LcaPk-257DNDRWXqdbxNPLe461n9CEWzdP3EBobWSQRygQmsXFPDOTNsUKmRC1UsFsO7kGwG4qc0EQ-mciCBMFmW7kRdYLKvDvvrOIGgbjHxgDMJp15kgyN927XccJd/w751-h312/20038%20Morro%20do%20Castelo.JPG" width="751" /></a></b></div><b><br /></b><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 19</span>:</span></span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Terminamos com uma vista panorâmica do Morro do Castelo.</span></span></b><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">NOTA: a maioria das fotos é do Malta e pertencem ao acervo do Instituto Moreira Sales.</span></span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p>Saudades do Riohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16099186743746313132noreply@blogger.com50tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588481406178513345.post-6629028872520828692024-02-02T07:00:00.001-03:002024-02-02T07:00:00.131-03:00ONDE É?<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ6pVETbe_iujEHBRTnN0u9kLBvfHEU-4D8QqxBM-Xcfe5t10POczyEkmtvRQPA2npkQV49ujEfLLl7MR6ai2HkCh9yyOIzBGiJpYr3Ll2OmUNBdTSfoLoxmiuGw3r94CM2v0eqouHILjvdGsGvp_-VxnLLrb7Dci-YPddiIYGt0cH5bDrsXdCirj4TAWh/s928/8981%20Onde%20%C3%A9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="587" data-original-width="928" height="376" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ6pVETbe_iujEHBRTnN0u9kLBvfHEU-4D8QqxBM-Xcfe5t10POczyEkmtvRQPA2npkQV49ujEfLLl7MR6ai2HkCh9yyOIzBGiJpYr3Ll2OmUNBdTSfoLoxmiuGw3r94CM2v0eqouHILjvdGsGvp_-VxnLLrb7Dci-YPddiIYGt0cH5bDrsXdCirj4TAWh/w596-h376/8981%20Onde%20%C3%A9.jpg" width="596" /></a></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">FOTO 1</span></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDvIFz2SoRYcenXwBwyXzUcUoCeRi0eyWc3sMJ-l6nSWAdinvDdrcZz4OIJfHKkM3uMrOQnrNyCf7iuFdgdVs0wAw5lZyS3Mq8Q5URBTQ-AGj80Xgeh0c-Vottzu7h4iYPvw3mgWh4yfL_oURzpwWo0l1nYWQJjYFfQCRFJTE1ZohGBde-jkphLkN5LuLA/s500/9110%20Onde%20%C3%A9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="349" data-original-width="500" height="375" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDvIFz2SoRYcenXwBwyXzUcUoCeRi0eyWc3sMJ-l6nSWAdinvDdrcZz4OIJfHKkM3uMrOQnrNyCf7iuFdgdVs0wAw5lZyS3Mq8Q5URBTQ-AGj80Xgeh0c-Vottzu7h4iYPvw3mgWh4yfL_oURzpwWo0l1nYWQJjYFfQCRFJTE1ZohGBde-jkphLkN5LuLA/w538-h375/9110%20Onde%20%C3%A9.jpg" width="538" /></a></b></div><b><br /></b><b><span style="font-size: medium;">FOTO 2</span></b><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDfzdDdZgiN4Jd0wjaHAVagtbXuYP8Q2KbqBJ3krazjtzrN-_h3xql7jmuRncABDWpeUdForFfvJE7gnFY4vgsYBEGgEAFhWLZnd4tk_FzHy3GlGcbDUFlbq9IczCprg3bzU9sPoT612jFPqdS7kSiIXYk-F9DMLa-UijwRob-OKLxS5JiOC8nycuErso4/s746/19855%20Onde%20%C3%A9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="504" data-original-width="746" height="367" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDfzdDdZgiN4Jd0wjaHAVagtbXuYP8Q2KbqBJ3krazjtzrN-_h3xql7jmuRncABDWpeUdForFfvJE7gnFY4vgsYBEGgEAFhWLZnd4tk_FzHy3GlGcbDUFlbq9IczCprg3bzU9sPoT612jFPqdS7kSiIXYk-F9DMLa-UijwRob-OKLxS5JiOC8nycuErso4/w544-h367/19855%20Onde%20%C3%A9.JPG" width="544" /></a></b></div><b><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">FOTO 3</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="469" data-original-width="569" height="407" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS9eU5hHrH4Rq8wP7YF7pRd2YVTdYLFvAEIDfv14mWaGoUBZRsGxrl1u7UFarK6IA5bufmVC7NLvE8PaPYspa21j13vZpLl4D4dOSN2Z5dwvuyXOLInDPxvejhyphenhyphenU03NCMx6HWWMVtqZVljrGrUlJ_S9_Y2CmDIHyg6Y0l00L6hM4C6zNVhz5xznlGuA3cG/w494-h407/19858%20Onde%20%C3%A9.JPG" width="494" /></a></div><br /></b><b><span style="font-size: medium;">FOTO 5</span></b><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieP6KnER8AG-odTL_qRH70GXi60Y__rQk1vX97oFloYwdu0TyVzrM3GXQz9qoM12fxLSNZImULHmGTvdfUVP5qJD6ufnYlKlt27E2QbgwKGVrHUKsuDUQnWXag69w5ZNIGmof-CQtsR_x6mjYi1AGpFgu8BthBMWJ147Vcjq4XA-JheawZTXwmR6kUMvfl/s527/19859%20Onde%20%C3%A9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="527" data-original-width="493" height="511" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieP6KnER8AG-odTL_qRH70GXi60Y__rQk1vX97oFloYwdu0TyVzrM3GXQz9qoM12fxLSNZImULHmGTvdfUVP5qJD6ufnYlKlt27E2QbgwKGVrHUKsuDUQnWXag69w5ZNIGmof-CQtsR_x6mjYi1AGpFgu8BthBMWJ147Vcjq4XA-JheawZTXwmR6kUMvfl/w478-h511/19859%20Onde%20%C3%A9.JPG" width="478" /></a></b></div><p style="text-align: center;"><b><b><span style="font-size: medium;">FOTO 6</span></b></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuEMP65BXhYHV6Ou5ZKlNbMtuBNFDVF7YXj45OlUjKtOJf_8lRO15QSRB0BffWViTJ4NS6UoySfSjK6Q6UndX6z_qmetEOoCJaSVFt-ndcg5Ci0bXsYgH7mHG5VP84MOh_Cg7naVwX84ues5Sc6xJ2ZDoLueX4BORJ8iDV9uy4D2sC1jkjhkEh6sct2aYd/s497/19860%20Onde%20%C3%A9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="497" data-original-width="473" height="507" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuEMP65BXhYHV6Ou5ZKlNbMtuBNFDVF7YXj45OlUjKtOJf_8lRO15QSRB0BffWViTJ4NS6UoySfSjK6Q6UndX6z_qmetEOoCJaSVFt-ndcg5Ci0bXsYgH7mHG5VP84MOh_Cg7naVwX84ues5Sc6xJ2ZDoLueX4BORJ8iDV9uy4D2sC1jkjhkEh6sct2aYd/w483-h507/19860%20Onde%20%C3%A9.JPG" width="483" /></a></b></div><p style="text-align: center;"><b><b><span style="font-size: medium;">FOTO </span></b></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9YH8GloZzraSfyhC6neuinjvHdmZKsVSu_hEfTYSN_2POISGgQrczvibahW7WVuBMcc2B6ibTQYXMefaM7C3sd-Lqy_kt3_zAzzL7hGtRh1a4ek9K3q4gANJwULqnHO_JyBBjOtfwHe5rK77ogMIOGNIn1otv1mx38wY-UaP2YwUODp6pNYaw68tX4b3m/s744/19861%20Onde%20%C3%A9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="481" data-original-width="744" height="327" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9YH8GloZzraSfyhC6neuinjvHdmZKsVSu_hEfTYSN_2POISGgQrczvibahW7WVuBMcc2B6ibTQYXMefaM7C3sd-Lqy_kt3_zAzzL7hGtRh1a4ek9K3q4gANJwULqnHO_JyBBjOtfwHe5rK77ogMIOGNIn1otv1mx38wY-UaP2YwUODp6pNYaw68tX4b3m/w506-h327/19861%20Onde%20%C3%A9.JPG" width="506" /></a></b></div><b><br /></b><b><span style="font-size: medium;">FOTO 8</span></b><p></p>Saudades do Riohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16099186743746313132noreply@blogger.com73tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588481406178513345.post-8374906972448060912024-01-31T10:59:00.000-03:002024-01-31T10:59:01.760-03:00O RIO DE PIOTR<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b> Piotr Ilowiecki esteve no Rio estudando na Escola Americana, por alguns anos, em meados dos anos 70. Fez uma série de boas fotografias da cidade, algumas já publicadas por aqui. Hoje temos outras.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPV0MAVzKeZZsie7r-ctkDaqJXRrtlUuLK54nrKPwVWvoZQqcXy5spmRSFkCeyxHrXFSlVviP3eiyJ9Cd-EZ8OVtY1CNbtdidjhhf7vzRk7ZC-n1eO62K5om01HHiSSbjBw3MDSW9m8OuPVdU7loTaezvJbm460B2xxfv10BSWI6couYTyviEeyvedQ8qL/s365/19800%20Piotr%20Pres%20Vargas.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="365" data-original-width="289" height="605" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPV0MAVzKeZZsie7r-ctkDaqJXRrtlUuLK54nrKPwVWvoZQqcXy5spmRSFkCeyxHrXFSlVviP3eiyJ9Cd-EZ8OVtY1CNbtdidjhhf7vzRk7ZC-n1eO62K5om01HHiSSbjBw3MDSW9m8OuPVdU7loTaezvJbm460B2xxfv10BSWI6couYTyviEeyvedQ8qL/w478-h605/19800%20Piotr%20Pres%20Vargas.JPG" width="478" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="color: red;">FOTO 1</span>: Esta pode servir para um fácil "Onde é?"</b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaatBJ2FrrK6Itqj9jnUbfpWWu6TEanl4UggOJm5dt97ccm5Nnn1iFOxaqLhGeFJHF5E0vYtm4_Vhs_0Hs4esEnfZrgiZGQUyyISBIbc9tyuh6HGoFtIAT_S570SxFOykcsq1j8QeDObdBSrHewVFkENx3H0-K048qKBZ_tqk6dLjyS76dmPGNSf1o8lx7/s574/19801%20Arpoador.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="356" data-original-width="574" height="365" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaatBJ2FrrK6Itqj9jnUbfpWWu6TEanl4UggOJm5dt97ccm5Nnn1iFOxaqLhGeFJHF5E0vYtm4_Vhs_0Hs4esEnfZrgiZGQUyyISBIbc9tyuh6HGoFtIAT_S570SxFOykcsq1j8QeDObdBSrHewVFkENx3H0-K048qKBZ_tqk6dLjyS76dmPGNSf1o8lx7/w590-h365/19801%20Arpoador.JPG" width="590" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="color: red;">FOTO 2</span>: O surfe no Arpoador em 1977. Ipanema já com os primeiros prédios com gabaritos liberados. Alguém levou $$$?</b></span></p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYSaerfB_44KFkxEUDlWSRp2w3OWuNbfOx5_kuYvk7YGZewY8TEoVAQGHTpekynPk271kwMhY7sdmQ6cfAsB37oZiZnGH-100MHHsK7EFz3ApuIpeNSzJVLXrwF6QFVa7o4C1U5yfsBGFicSNESgIemWzHCc3J6wxwunBg7uu5qs14HKy4DpL85YBTf_jB/s493/19804%20Praia%20de%20Ipanema.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="493" data-original-width="392" height="578" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYSaerfB_44KFkxEUDlWSRp2w3OWuNbfOx5_kuYvk7YGZewY8TEoVAQGHTpekynPk271kwMhY7sdmQ6cfAsB37oZiZnGH-100MHHsK7EFz3ApuIpeNSzJVLXrwF6QFVa7o4C1U5yfsBGFicSNESgIemWzHCc3J6wxwunBg7uu5qs14HKy4DpL85YBTf_jB/w459-h578/19804%20Praia%20de%20Ipanema.JPG" width="459" /></a></div><br /></span><b style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 3</span>: Em 1977 Ipanema ainda tinha o estacionamento do canteiro central. Os carros da foto são fáceis de identificar, mas deixo para vocês.</b><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiiFD6Peyli-bVUrS8hJ07S-TK8pVZYi4FKpRGPwCEwmYyUhy8Mxoit1sUMHpBVABqOqcD8KjO2TqHqGYw5539tnpducOXFLNb0DtSpGXoi7rYQ7Xu-fNU5q5ufYlgpSYDALPoqWMy6d2wq5AffREoh4X9-1yY1x7P7daNyA4KAmy2axddlAJwDE7Xdo2i/s523/19814%20Vieira%20Souto%20posto%208.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="523" data-original-width="444" height="505" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiiFD6Peyli-bVUrS8hJ07S-TK8pVZYi4FKpRGPwCEwmYyUhy8Mxoit1sUMHpBVABqOqcD8KjO2TqHqGYw5539tnpducOXFLNb0DtSpGXoi7rYQ7Xu-fNU5q5ufYlgpSYDALPoqWMy6d2wq5AffREoh4X9-1yY1x7P7daNyA4KAmy2axddlAJwDE7Xdo2i/w429-h505/19814%20Vieira%20Souto%20posto%208.JPG" width="429" /></a></div><br /><b style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 4</span>: Vemos a esquina da Rua Farme de Amoedo com Av. Vieira Souto. A simpática casa era propriedade da Dra. Silvinha, ilustre médica clínica-geral, que foi diretora do Hospital do Fundão. Na esquina, nesta época, havia uma casa de duas senhoras muito idosas, que alugavam um alojamento nos fundos para os "banhistas" (salva-vidas) que trabalhavam no Posto 8, entre eles o folclórico Bocaiúva, que era um empreendedor e gerenciava diversas atrações neste trecho da praia.</b><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-size: large;">A lenda dizia que o "Boca" era um ex-policial que levou uma paulada na cabeça e acabou como "banhista". Além de montar a estrutura de uma rede de vôlei, dava aulas de natação e ancorava uma plataforma a uns 100 metros mar adentro, que era um "point" para a garotada.</b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-size: large;"></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b style="font-size: large;">Depois que as idosas morreram instalou-se na esquina o Restaurante Alberico, que fez sucesso durante algum tempo. Hoje em dia ali funciona um Belmonte. Há quem goste.</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b style="font-size: large;"><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHQKK3S9KyNTvCslBXTcGF8iVbTuUUU_-aJU84_Mgu31Blxblm_kfQIufbQfK84R2e_SXc7cxoeuaB7Msi1ZNRmzBtMyc1vRBPt18q-X1WoYqohsyPKWulY2vthGeYNppMm3_tIcHOMt6tLpxHCVWO2OFVlvbcn5ly-SyF95Mfo17La4XUsGHHHGo7gfoR/s686/19805%20Maracan%C3%A3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="315" data-original-width="686" height="319" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHQKK3S9KyNTvCslBXTcGF8iVbTuUUU_-aJU84_Mgu31Blxblm_kfQIufbQfK84R2e_SXc7cxoeuaB7Msi1ZNRmzBtMyc1vRBPt18q-X1WoYqohsyPKWulY2vthGeYNppMm3_tIcHOMt6tLpxHCVWO2OFVlvbcn5ly-SyF95Mfo17La4XUsGHHHGo7gfoR/w695-h319/19805%20Maracan%C3%A3.JPG" width="695" /></a></b></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: red;">FOTO 5</span>: Este é um postal comprado pelo Piotr. Vemos o velho Maraca, o Maracanãzinho, à direita vemos a entrada da estátua do Bellini, obras no antigo estacionamento para a construção do complexo aquático Julio Delamare, e, à esquerda, ao lado da entrada do Esqueleto, perto da via férrea, o estádio de atletismo Celio de Barros, desaparecido quando das obras para a Copa do Mundo. À direita, no alto, vemos o prédio do Museu do Índio.</b></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDiOu3Pf4Gu3ucsTXwp6ogAt4DV90ldxrkYws1OUjeoAKWM3ihWbpMg-ZlOvfjtMwID_IkKfdR7oVDmlmUQzZ73vcu44AD_n43AP19-MaaxRqfGqfLdktVrYrj6-nIJJJwpn5Rc5DqyWM3BSjd1d7q-49Yix8ssAW-6jNpHPv8rGBarH_ETBECB86-gkLT/s704/19818%20Maracan%C3%A3%20bandeiras.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="704" height="370" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDiOu3Pf4Gu3ucsTXwp6ogAt4DV90ldxrkYws1OUjeoAKWM3ihWbpMg-ZlOvfjtMwID_IkKfdR7oVDmlmUQzZ73vcu44AD_n43AP19-MaaxRqfGqfLdktVrYrj6-nIJJJwpn5Rc5DqyWM3BSjd1d7q-49Yix8ssAW-6jNpHPv8rGBarH_ETBECB86-gkLT/w577-h370/19818%20Maracan%C3%A3%20bandeiras.JPG" width="577" /></a></b></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: red;">FOTO 6</span>: Lembranças de uma Maracanã menos violento, com torcedores misturados na "geral", nas cadeiras e na parte central da arquibancada. Um Fla x Flu é sempre um grande espetáculo.</b></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSZD_Mveie2_WP04OM5UG4sYSNsa0GBNS-w5khKN-EPhPzvu6C92RwRNbjEcGVECETqL49teBxGWvCuF2zhb3vx_jTiSeANQ22Ly86VTiHo2l2SFuY9MhyHOufjJFrMLrz2AZibJz67Gw2OX6U65Cqu2Tv5IWJPRourcjVWY3Kvfkz9Pokq6ryjIktsztB/s519/19820%20Maracan%C3%A3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="385" data-original-width="519" height="409" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSZD_Mveie2_WP04OM5UG4sYSNsa0GBNS-w5khKN-EPhPzvu6C92RwRNbjEcGVECETqL49teBxGWvCuF2zhb3vx_jTiSeANQ22Ly86VTiHo2l2SFuY9MhyHOufjJFrMLrz2AZibJz67Gw2OX6U65Cqu2Tv5IWJPRourcjVWY3Kvfkz9Pokq6ryjIktsztB/w553-h409/19820%20Maracan%C3%A3.JPG" width="553" /></a></b></div><b style="font-size: large;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: red;">FOTO 7</span>: Um jovem torcedor do Botafogo, feliz com o time daquele tempo: Ubirajara, Osmar, Carbone, Paulo Cesar, Nilson, Dé, Mendonça, Mario Sergio, entre outros.</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE11HKnW2kpU46HEpDDo7LUo2JRXcgN1Ab_HrGM0Tl7Y1DYDAZdgjx9akZa1q6B7Z8vrHun3QiyteBtgQKDLk5cIsQaopRNvOmBETRrWpK5Mf3I8FWQwPTsakMsmMLANowO3ZWTt7bu2XVdNbQDKUJRrqkbii-ukIwvt1DP2ipLMTvAH9UDiC74GY8rjiS/s792/19815%20Praia%20de%20Copacabana.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="425" data-original-width="792" height="372" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE11HKnW2kpU46HEpDDo7LUo2JRXcgN1Ab_HrGM0Tl7Y1DYDAZdgjx9akZa1q6B7Z8vrHun3QiyteBtgQKDLk5cIsQaopRNvOmBETRrWpK5Mf3I8FWQwPTsakMsmMLANowO3ZWTt7bu2XVdNbQDKUJRrqkbii-ukIwvt1DP2ipLMTvAH9UDiC74GY8rjiS/w692-h372/19815%20Praia%20de%20Copacabana.JPG" width="692" /></a></div><br /><b><span style="color: red;">FOTO 8</span>: Estamos na esquina da Av. Atlântica com Rua Siqueira Campos. O monumento evoca o momento em que Siqueira Campos foi baleado durante a "Revolta dos 18 de Forte".</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b>PS: O "Saudades do Rio" parabeniza o Piotr pelos belos registros do Rio dos anos 70.</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></div><br /> </b><p></p>Saudades do Riohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16099186743746313132noreply@blogger.com81tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588481406178513345.post-42210601385769009222024-01-30T07:00:00.004-03:002024-01-30T07:00:00.243-03:00AVENIDA LUÍS DE VASCONCELOS<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>A Avenida Luís de Vasconcelos começa na Praça Deodoro e termina na Praça Mahatma Gandhi. Em 1937 deixou de ser rua e passou a avenida (o Dicionário Aurélio define a "rua" como uma "via pública para circulação urbana, total ou parcialmente ladeada de casas", e "avenida" como "via urbana mais larga do que a rua, em geral com diversas pistas para circulação de veículos".</b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Segundo P. Berger, D. Luís de Vasconcelos foi Vice-Rei do Brasil de 1779 a 1790, tendo mandado aterrar a antiga Lagoa do Boqueirão, ali construindo o Passeio Público. Ergueu o Chafariz da Rua das Marrecas e o novo Chafariz da Praça XV. Reconstruiu o Recolhimento e a Igreja do Parto, que tinham sofrido um incêndio, e a Casa da Alfândega. Reformou o Palácio dos Vice-Reis. Instituiu o calabouço para punição dos escravos, no local que veio a ser a Casa do Trem, atual sede do Museu Histórico Nacional. No fim de seu governo foi descoberta a conspiração da Inconfidência Mineira.</b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3CMAV5x6A3a3EMfjNMkvN6GYlfrjMUXhs39zKdC-Xj3FlxCgU9z7ZZrxCcJvZrggUHIPJ7SzG7sMDHYeVvErVeK_kD4J3HjIYR2p3QpltGWbz1g87bYHMFiS71kOwkJzOwMvEtzx_D0oIOBKzh96WMZZE-ymuTasW2mWAA7AB8QYvVIy52zWPwq6QgZ4K/s1131/20013%20Rua%20Luiz%20de%20Vasconcelos.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="513" data-original-width="1131" height="299" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3CMAV5x6A3a3EMfjNMkvN6GYlfrjMUXhs39zKdC-Xj3FlxCgU9z7ZZrxCcJvZrggUHIPJ7SzG7sMDHYeVvErVeK_kD4J3HjIYR2p3QpltGWbz1g87bYHMFiS71kOwkJzOwMvEtzx_D0oIOBKzh96WMZZE-ymuTasW2mWAA7AB8QYvVIy52zWPwq6QgZ4K/w660-h299/20013%20Rua%20Luiz%20de%20Vasconcelos.JPG" width="660" /></a></div><div><br /></div><b style="font-size: large; text-align: justify;">Pavimentação da Luís de Vasconcelos em 1937. Vemos o bonde "Humaytá" de nº 96.</b><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>O anúncio na frente do bonde é "666". Não é o número da Besta. Deve ser algum produto, mas não consegui descobrir qual é.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9Eb2_qlgFzLztbDQR_-BKd4ytanjL2O53MJ_rTH2SkrVB-j0YcF6Ud-2WULjx5-ZHuKgnxUCDwdzT3r4jl2tr6swBhs_YQnyqNfl65DOGQ1s9JFAOJRGZx0hZZ5OCz0J_TMo0Kdx3L7rw2dXj1ki969V2jUx1S9V_8w8N4VODrHOvOM9TbWFStR3nNTlj/s1091/20015%20Rua%20Luis%20Vasconcelos.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="507" data-original-width="1091" height="327" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9Eb2_qlgFzLztbDQR_-BKd4ytanjL2O53MJ_rTH2SkrVB-j0YcF6Ud-2WULjx5-ZHuKgnxUCDwdzT3r4jl2tr6swBhs_YQnyqNfl65DOGQ1s9JFAOJRGZx0hZZ5OCz0J_TMo0Kdx3L7rw2dXj1ki969V2jUx1S9V_8w8N4VODrHOvOM9TbWFStR3nNTlj/w702-h327/20015%20Rua%20Luis%20Vasconcelos.JPG" width="702" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-size: large;">O bonde 197, "Tunnel Alaor Prata - Leme", ao lado da máquina de pavimentação. </b></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwQj3FMrOnOpDz795vpSeFZAHleXjGpGi02S6lTpulKeIBl8SmZQCb9EkX7eS7bo-C7ztMxFrncORzYDBnMIvha5kDsjowHwz1yjCjMXgwvuft8r5h9Hov0rUrBVUAo24qmNdmtwX-1g4BO73wEdMkccywx3oP-kXPjboaOVb-Px43R7Uf0o8tey70lsrQ/s1142/20014%20Rua%20Luis%20Vasconcelos.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="514" data-original-width="1142" height="282" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwQj3FMrOnOpDz795vpSeFZAHleXjGpGi02S6lTpulKeIBl8SmZQCb9EkX7eS7bo-C7ztMxFrncORzYDBnMIvha5kDsjowHwz1yjCjMXgwvuft8r5h9Hov0rUrBVUAo24qmNdmtwX-1g4BO73wEdMkccywx3oP-kXPjboaOVb-Px43R7Uf0o8tey70lsrQ/w627-h282/20014%20Rua%20Luis%20Vasconcelos.JPG" width="627" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-size: large;">Na foto original é possível ler que se trata do bonde "Laranjeiras", embora o número esteja quase ilegível.</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-size: large;">Ao fundo vemos o Monumento a Deodoro da Fonseca em construção, em 1937. Em 1959 foi autorizada a remoção dos restos mortais de Deodoro. Do cemitério São Francisco Xavier para um nicho construído pela Prefeitura do Distrito Federal na base do monumento.</b></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-size: large;"><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="font-size: large;">Todas as fotos são do Arquivo Nacional, Fundo Helio de Brito.</b></div>Saudades do Riohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16099186743746313132noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588481406178513345.post-50789761423284653912024-01-29T07:00:00.061-03:002024-01-29T07:00:00.138-03:00LAGOA/IPANEMA<p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">O “post” de hoje a fotografia e a descrição do prédio "art-déco", reproduz o trabalho excepcional de Rafael Bokor, apresentado no
Facebook Rio – Casas & Prédios Antigos. </span></span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Fica aqui um agradecimento especial ao Rafael Bokor por seu trabalho.</span></span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU9tv3LhS_7uSt9xZIQbWfoLERgA1b8z77EctKE6aWWexChvWZ2ONzkJvztcX3BNz2nU-alLf7qorrnpE7YCnxiDWHC03iVTTbrVphJZhGz0kcS6Amhr93QnL5WPFeOp1BBpU2uhTKchDS6_4N11xzMmy94c6f11oteXmALVhaZ0AeoVzlsihV4G_0ilgK/s905/19992%20Vista%20lagoa.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="496" data-original-width="905" height="337" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU9tv3LhS_7uSt9xZIQbWfoLERgA1b8z77EctKE6aWWexChvWZ2ONzkJvztcX3BNz2nU-alLf7qorrnpE7YCnxiDWHC03iVTTbrVphJZhGz0kcS6Amhr93QnL5WPFeOp1BBpU2uhTKchDS6_4N11xzMmy94c6f11oteXmALVhaZ0AeoVzlsihV4G_0ilgK/w617-h337/19992%20Vista%20lagoa.JPG" width="617" /></a></b></div><b><br /><span style="color: red; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 1</span>: Vamos ver a região da Lagoa/Ipanema, na confluência das ruas Alberto de Campos e Maria Quitéria com a Avenida Epitácio Pessoa. Serão destaques hoje o edifício “art-déco” (seta vermelha), o posto de gasolina (seta preta) e o prédio que abriga um restaurante (seta rosa).</span></span></b><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Apenas para esclarecer aos que não conhecem a região: à esquerda está a Av. Epitácio Pessoa, depois vemos a pequena Praça José Acyoli (que separa a Epitácio Pessoa da Rua Alberto de Campos), atrás dela o Posto de Gasolina Galena, bandeira Ipiranga, e, à direita, o restaurante Rancho Português (na esquina da Maria Quitéria - caríssimo e excelente). Ao lado do restaurante, na Alberto de Campos, o prédio "art-déco. </span></span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Imagem do Google Maps.</span></span></b></p>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDmOoEytS3KzFIHSBmTUbmbgPRwfAD3oinvvJR_xD9P4_cpdwJQ-WHHdpLgMDa4n2fm25tIv3nldkU3LEfgUPLAAQCdDmFn-DA8YzWZfaEOAL1TLGbYpZO9qwVTGvsRxoyiPYSVHnkHhSd1-iPkbfij4plkYIfHih4Wbyr-lMpVxlhSIH5MUVTZWAuCsEu/s817/16544%20Posto%20Lagoa.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="614" data-original-width="817" height="416" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDmOoEytS3KzFIHSBmTUbmbgPRwfAD3oinvvJR_xD9P4_cpdwJQ-WHHdpLgMDa4n2fm25tIv3nldkU3LEfgUPLAAQCdDmFn-DA8YzWZfaEOAL1TLGbYpZO9qwVTGvsRxoyiPYSVHnkHhSd1-iPkbfij4plkYIfHih4Wbyr-lMpVxlhSIH5MUVTZWAuCsEu/w554-h416/16544%20Posto%20Lagoa.JPG" width="554" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b style="background-color: transparent;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 2</span>: </span></span></b><b><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;">Este fotograma do curta-metragem “Couro de Gato”,
de 1960, garimpado pelo Nickolas, mostra a região da Av. Epitácio Pessoa, com
destaque para o então charmoso "Posto da Lagoa", hoje "Posto Galena". Está aí há uns 80 anos. </span></b></span><b><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Vemos um Dodge Kingsway 1950/52 aparecendo,
parcialmente, à esquerda.</span></span></b></p><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0msNljexRpS6vST425CZmeIwtiG8n83Wel4wOI6cbqhTPFlHYgbn_00ZzpchmNkloR4MYJ0qOSGh8Opq4dKoMnkO7Ri8rb3l8buUcVs3XEKRt46LDVXt4NfO6QgNd7otB1VccfTXDrO1Gx8lacY1uNqg-8wbH7Fe6-o2r7MmfXMnb8IQSp1TNlMVTAgFr/s920/19993%20Vista%20Lagoa.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="562" data-original-width="920" height="371" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0msNljexRpS6vST425CZmeIwtiG8n83Wel4wOI6cbqhTPFlHYgbn_00ZzpchmNkloR4MYJ0qOSGh8Opq4dKoMnkO7Ri8rb3l8buUcVs3XEKRt46LDVXt4NfO6QgNd7otB1VccfTXDrO1Gx8lacY1uNqg-8wbH7Fe6-o2r7MmfXMnb8IQSp1TNlMVTAgFr/w609-h371/19993%20Vista%20Lagoa.JPG" width="609" /></a></div><br /><div><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 3</span>: </span></span></b>Também em imagem do Google Maps vemos o aspecto atual do trecho final da Rua Alberto de Campos, com o prédio "art-déco" e o restaurante. A Rua Alberto de Campos começa 130 metros antes da Rua Farme de Amoedo e termina na Av. Epitácio Pessoa nº 1354 (antigo nº 536). Curiosamente o restaurante tem como endereço Rua Maria Quitéria nº 136.</span></span></b></div><div><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_ccBRBBdYLNquKDYxTL6DbrIl_OgRPtcQIMHx4dNQ_tT9m5xQRzDQu47ur7PLdUNZkLBgUqs9q9uAIqJdvpkgiIJMIYK2rc2qdiuqCnPA4gLBN1I5sk2OiBPS-oHgDk_mBp9-BoZwgeQxS71OEa3FCSMPDyTgw0shZ0cIRpAm7Q3RdSOeGyaVTHCwlTvp/s684/19959%20Alberto%20de%20Campos.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="446" data-original-width="684" height="417" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_ccBRBBdYLNquKDYxTL6DbrIl_OgRPtcQIMHx4dNQ_tT9m5xQRzDQu47ur7PLdUNZkLBgUqs9q9uAIqJdvpkgiIJMIYK2rc2qdiuqCnPA4gLBN1I5sk2OiBPS-oHgDk_mBp9-BoZwgeQxS71OEa3FCSMPDyTgw0shZ0cIRpAm7Q3RdSOeGyaVTHCwlTvp/w638-h417/19959%20Alberto%20de%20Campos.jpg" width="638" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-weight: bold;"><b style="background-color: transparent;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 4</span>: </span></span></b>Esta foto magnífica foi publicada no Facebook Rio –
Casas & Prédios Antigos, do grande pesquisador Rafael Bokor. Ele a recebeu de uma moradora do prédio e deve ser dos anos 50. </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal;"><b><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">O prédio foi construído na segunda metade dos anos 1930 e foi chamado de Edifício Milano. O endereço é Rua Alberto de Campos nº 299. </span></span></b><b><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">O prédio possui cinco andares e dez apartamentos de
150 m2. As unidades são numeradas de 1 a 10, ou seja, o morador do apartamento
2 vive no térreo. Conta com um único elevador com dupla porta pantográfica
manual e botoeiras externas originais. A partir de uma reforma, feita por volta
de 2005, o elevador passou a chegar na garagem localizada no subsolo. Todas as
unidades possuem uma vaga.</span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal;"><b><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvtS3itxWcKkydWCVfAF-g90RT5wrkU8_j5OuH9fsJf72vp7GGex2PM7NotumMnWDIm4pScSq6mPZiCk3mw3sGK7oNgAdYF5CLbTESMa0TV53dkTDPq2RijLnInKcCTuKhyphenhyphenciJo8cAOTCXikBMBGRY9mZvRM2UoA8LDx4S7QwZEZ0MiOl-_l918DdeCASx/s315/19994%20Anuncio%20edificio%20Milano.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="184" data-original-width="315" height="350" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvtS3itxWcKkydWCVfAF-g90RT5wrkU8_j5OuH9fsJf72vp7GGex2PM7NotumMnWDIm4pScSq6mPZiCk3mw3sGK7oNgAdYF5CLbTESMa0TV53dkTDPq2RijLnInKcCTuKhyphenhyphenciJo8cAOTCXikBMBGRY9mZvRM2UoA8LDx4S7QwZEZ0MiOl-_l918DdeCASx/w600-h350/19994%20Anuncio%20edificio%20Milano.JPG" width="600" /></a></b></div><b><br /></b><b><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 5</span>: </span></span></b><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Anúncio no "Jornal do Brasil" de 1936.</span></b></div></b><p></p>
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ex-funcionário da Texaco. Ele foi convidado a montar uma fábrica de
lubrificantes para a Texaco chamada INDACO, em Duque de Caxias, e na
indenização recebeu dois postos da Texaco e verba para a fábrica.</span></span></b><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Como o mundo é pequeno, nosso prezado Wagner Bahia conta que trabalhou por vinte anos nesta fárbica. Começou em 1988 na Controle de Qualidade da embalagens plásticas, na época em que as mesmas começavam a substituir as embalagens metálicas dos óleos lubrificantes.</span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Depois foi deslocado para o Laboratório. Conta o Wagner, ainda, que era um ótimo local para trabalhar. No início deste séclo a Texaco foi absorvida pela Chevron nos EUA e, pouco depois, a fábrica foi adquirida pelo grupo Ipiranga.</span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR; mso-font-kerning: 0pt; mso-ligatures: none;"> </span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinny7plXKxwMe5OzyQ_cjQ_TTXdJZlcWKn0MNWmx27EH_ZVpn5b5miLSSQxRs6YWa3XIt-G7B6Y887AkPARrayJYVYR96Etke2fpRhaxBRMHuTcnjlr5jr78_SYOaqtnG2fwoDAfi1z7MfP6b887ZnDH4TT6uuABqpcSgooECiDcMsAi6hBIBcDi0iuQG2/s510/16547%20Possto%20Texaco.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="510" data-original-width="289" height="534" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinny7plXKxwMe5OzyQ_cjQ_TTXdJZlcWKn0MNWmx27EH_ZVpn5b5miLSSQxRs6YWa3XIt-G7B6Y887AkPARrayJYVYR96Etke2fpRhaxBRMHuTcnjlr5jr78_SYOaqtnG2fwoDAfi1z7MfP6b887ZnDH4TT6uuABqpcSgooECiDcMsAi6hBIBcDi0iuQG2/w302-h534/16547%20Possto%20Texaco.jpg" width="302" /></a></b></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"><b style="background-color: transparent;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 8</span>: </span></span></b><b><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Neste mapa antigo, do acervo do JBAN, vemos a localização do Posto da Lagoa da Texaco.</span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBRwIT72tioNN7rQRSPj3Mbpsxdkx0P9KkTY3oNklA7htFCgWKe57XviznAjLi6GK-RbLAwEvEGdJHnwRDsbryIwL1gsiApWiz1WtSUC3Z3TORI6IKPxVQ8jIryu2LoVB1-iFvuK7UOLco-yXEuPM8dKKge6vEjDXQ6Io6lwcr0SeNWJIfYAj8Nu6slaxw/s881/16548%20Posto%20Lagoa.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="407" data-original-width="881" height="279" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBRwIT72tioNN7rQRSPj3Mbpsxdkx0P9KkTY3oNklA7htFCgWKe57XviznAjLi6GK-RbLAwEvEGdJHnwRDsbryIwL1gsiApWiz1WtSUC3Z3TORI6IKPxVQ8jIryu2LoVB1-iFvuK7UOLco-yXEuPM8dKKge6vEjDXQ6Io6lwcr0SeNWJIfYAj8Nu6slaxw/w604-h279/16548%20Posto%20Lagoa.JPG" width="604" /></a></b></div><b><br /></b><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 9</span>: </span></span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Em outra imagem do Google Maps vemos o Posto Galena, da Ipiranga, atualmente. Era ali que ficava o Posto da Lagoa da Texaco.</span></span></b><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU9n3LYp-hsvnmPLj7fd8RklMDuVJnAymbKsQDQjB-XYeFN-EYp_Ja3tU4DEsoi7mhZ2jujIEQtUa5J2N8bjc-tJ51eYvLc1P5HnuedAHZhfdocnB37RctH726Me48-SOtYFt2GyIpVArlQRkNshUqMFBeIFbPeM_lHE5ft4lyj6Zb9tzPyIw-kbzXOECv/s216/19987%20Posto%20texaco%20Lagoa.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="83" data-original-width="216" height="175" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU9n3LYp-hsvnmPLj7fd8RklMDuVJnAymbKsQDQjB-XYeFN-EYp_Ja3tU4DEsoi7mhZ2jujIEQtUa5J2N8bjc-tJ51eYvLc1P5HnuedAHZhfdocnB37RctH726Me48-SOtYFt2GyIpVArlQRkNshUqMFBeIFbPeM_lHE5ft4lyj6Zb9tzPyIw-kbzXOECv/w455-h175/19987%20Posto%20texaco%20Lagoa.JPG" width="455" /></a></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 10</span>: </span></span></b><b><b style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Antigamente o Posto da Lagoa da Texaco era uma referência para venda de automóveis. Havia muitos anúncios como este no "Correio da Manhã).</span></span></b></b></div><b><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL8zJkTYtEU46O4btj4HgCkigM9SEavdRPwZyehBUS7bEq1fsf0W-55f_yyhff8zYq_NsWZq27zdbQ_yY9rmfvngwz2JEh1kyDUxVXOTGciSbQHE_8t8zPW5EFbbEblTIJteswNAFynO7ETmI_TmpCmQp_zsR-WZV-5HsKj-oQLhyphenhyphenPHqOc81SUlND1boKh/s483/19989%20Posto%20Texaco.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="295" data-original-width="483" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL8zJkTYtEU46O4btj4HgCkigM9SEavdRPwZyehBUS7bEq1fsf0W-55f_yyhff8zYq_NsWZq27zdbQ_yY9rmfvngwz2JEh1kyDUxVXOTGciSbQHE_8t8zPW5EFbbEblTIJteswNAFynO7ETmI_TmpCmQp_zsR-WZV-5HsKj-oQLhyphenhyphenPHqOc81SUlND1boKh/w472-h288/19989%20Posto%20Texaco.JPG" width="472" /></a></div><br /></b><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 11</span>: </span></span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Vejam o anúncio em busca de empregados para trabalhar no Posto da Lagoa. </span></span></b><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhftYZuKed1_3BbHoTqsJSURhK0E_VCEZ_WXsaDhh1N52YuwzIFn_mAOSnVzwQDScImp_ibRhCXZWVOoWwpMlPrZ_BRFszYMsgN9xjX8gnMaD_0hDf9zVhrUCoNjkyN3sfEymhONIeRpAMSWXSWuUYFjudJfbSVKwQNC1qbX8uU96x74_7fycFHXHNb0DPQ/s481/19990%20Amarcord.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="481" data-original-width="355" height="584" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhftYZuKed1_3BbHoTqsJSURhK0E_VCEZ_WXsaDhh1N52YuwzIFn_mAOSnVzwQDScImp_ibRhCXZWVOoWwpMlPrZ_BRFszYMsgN9xjX8gnMaD_0hDf9zVhrUCoNjkyN3sfEymhONIeRpAMSWXSWuUYFjudJfbSVKwQNC1qbX8uU96x74_7fycFHXHNb0DPQ/w431-h584/19990%20Amarcord.JPG" width="431" /></a></b></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"><b style="background-color: transparent;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 12</span>: </span></span></b><b><b style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">O local onde hoje funciona o restaurante "Rancho Português", ao lado do Edifício Milano, bem na esquina da Rua Maria Quitéria, na primeira metade do século XX era uma casa de estilo colonial, que funcionava como residência familiar.</span></span></b></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"><b><b style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Nos anos 70 passou a abrigar um famoso restaurante de comida mexicana chamado "Lagoa Charlie´s Guadalajara Grill", que fez muito sucesso. Lá se podia comer comida mexicana e tomar vários drinques à base de tequila. Tinha um bar com música ao vivo, onde tocava um trio paraguaio. Era enfeitado com bandeirolas, lustres antigos e uma quantidade enorme de garrafas de vinho expostas nas paredes.</span></span></b></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: medium;"><b>Para os que quiserem experimentar, aí vai uma receita do Lagoa Charlie´s: </b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: medium;"><b>Para uma jarra grande: duas rodelas de abacaxi picados em cubos. Uma maçã picadinha. Uma garrafa de vinho tinto. Um pouco de suco de laranja. Laranja cortada em cubos. Soda ou guaraná, moderadamente. Gelo picado, batido ou em pedaços. Açúcar, só se o vinho for rascante.</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: medium;"><b>Importante: se beber, não dirija.</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: medium;"><b>grandes. </b></span><b style="background-color: transparent; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtr5PydmVvNX5RaJkVoqbxQmx27XdhSEGXfFbHLfGO-NxSijmKXPDMgyuSuJDOwrGJkuisSoYzxiB6A3EKZGrV2LEhKy8eMWvBnYN1ENMtbXmEUVel31MIXKlhDHmA3RgAu-Csqk56R2VYzP115u-XOdpR0dPwt2CWbAq7erJJn3VbeXdiKJZdafATbn08/s580/19991%20Amarcord.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="412" data-original-width="580" height="357" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtr5PydmVvNX5RaJkVoqbxQmx27XdhSEGXfFbHLfGO-NxSijmKXPDMgyuSuJDOwrGJkuisSoYzxiB6A3EKZGrV2LEhKy8eMWvBnYN1ENMtbXmEUVel31MIXKlhDHmA3RgAu-Csqk56R2VYzP115u-XOdpR0dPwt2CWbAq7erJJn3VbeXdiKJZdafATbn08/w503-h357/19991%20Amarcord.JPG" width="503" /></a></b></p><b><br /></b><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 13</span>: </span></span></b><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Nos anos 90 deu lugar ao "Amarcord", de Gilberto Brambini, que funcionava durante a semana das 21 horas até o último cliente. Sábados e domingos abria ao meio-dia. Ótimos pratos do Norte da Itália.</span></span></b><div><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif; font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhek7lhjN9jxGNIQQ9vumKWBxGmQJFqxCvdZThwXdkmIRf1yQmp-H2vWxXuhNS8VtrAsLDuPZRKvS6xlS9Rh6tY8Zl4SQe7_YUrlwzYIFEWU8j2_Y0RncpOKtpburSe_OCfYJaCvnvOaMk2i6SENsBwmiwBHIvgwIMo5qB9OzCgTs7a8bgoE4HiXljSKzem/s435/19988%20La%20forneria.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="333" data-original-width="435" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhek7lhjN9jxGNIQQ9vumKWBxGmQJFqxCvdZThwXdkmIRf1yQmp-H2vWxXuhNS8VtrAsLDuPZRKvS6xlS9Rh6tY8Zl4SQe7_YUrlwzYIFEWU8j2_Y0RncpOKtpburSe_OCfYJaCvnvOaMk2i6SENsBwmiwBHIvgwIMo5qB9OzCgTs7a8bgoE4HiXljSKzem/w523-h400/19988%20La%20forneria.JPG" width="523" /></a></div><br /></span><div><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: red;">FOTO 14</span>: </span></span></b><b style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Depois do "Amarcord" funcionou no local o "La Forneria", onde se destacavam pratos com ingredientes como frutos do mar e sugestões como o "Capretto in Padella con Riso al Forno" (cabrito com arroz de forno) e "Penne al Gamberi" (massa com azeite, alho, vinho branco, molho de tomate, salsinha e pimenta dedo-de-moça).</span></span></b></div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Há alguns anos o "La Forneria" deu lugar ao "Rancho Português", um excepcional restaurante, mas muito, muito, caro, embora cada prato possa satisfazer a três pessoas (alguns deles custam mais de R$ 250). Durante a semana há um menu executivo, também de boa qualidade, por R$ 92,00, incluindo entrada e prato principal. Não deixa de ser caro, mas é uma opção razoável para um restaurante de alto luxo.</span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b><o:p></o:p></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; line-height: 21.4px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></b></p></div></div>Saudades do Riohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16099186743746313132noreply@blogger.com53tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588481406178513345.post-86336051021033015012024-01-26T07:00:00.013-03:002024-01-26T07:00:00.150-03:00ONDE É?<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>O incansável colaborador do "Saudades do Rio", Helio Ribeiro, enviou estas oito fotos de bondes para o "Onde é?" de hoje.</b></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0ALvGZsR36EL3pqZi-jClJCR4O1uJjyAkoWTYF5IaPJgcJjO_SdlB3UehUaBEIBHIg5cxmIH-ELJMm16Y-nWQlQqHzMSRw3_2VRA5oWy54_WuPttP3B6tix4LfXVNhRucaAVex3CI65BXVSHmYgLYTuxSPXfCizu3E9vHqw1AXqqsSbgkIM4gvUFxl05L/s941/19973%20Onde%20%C3%A9.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="627" data-original-width="941" height="385" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0ALvGZsR36EL3pqZi-jClJCR4O1uJjyAkoWTYF5IaPJgcJjO_SdlB3UehUaBEIBHIg5cxmIH-ELJMm16Y-nWQlQqHzMSRw3_2VRA5oWy54_WuPttP3B6tix4LfXVNhRucaAVex3CI65BXVSHmYgLYTuxSPXfCizu3E9vHqw1AXqqsSbgkIM4gvUFxl05L/w579-h385/19973%20Onde%20%C3%A9.jpg" width="579" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="color: red;">FOTO 1</span></b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRrP6ctoVJZGM0kH0u2BZ7hBvZnn0qacDcsPe6knSq8HiP1aeMbzvqSVEkFiYP1ZWIefrw8adbgPcGduvmuqBfsNODg4L9OXYPY0IOsF3I9oQ3SceKoNQM1EuNxZ4HjF-dU7F1ArC7ZlBYNeDS_RCk13SDKX8M_wCKcFXmL18ULWotS_-4i8RJhaOwYXI7/s651/19974%20Onde%20%C3%A9.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="434" data-original-width="651" height="408" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRrP6ctoVJZGM0kH0u2BZ7hBvZnn0qacDcsPe6knSq8HiP1aeMbzvqSVEkFiYP1ZWIefrw8adbgPcGduvmuqBfsNODg4L9OXYPY0IOsF3I9oQ3SceKoNQM1EuNxZ4HjF-dU7F1ArC7ZlBYNeDS_RCk13SDKX8M_wCKcFXmL18ULWotS_-4i8RJhaOwYXI7/w614-h408/19974%20Onde%20%C3%A9.jpg" width="614" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="color: red;">FOTO 2</span></b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIMJHLiS31B2jT1kOgx4ZQqq2cIUL7F20XmJEH2N7j6YfiVTNm41vdkA5L30e4bUPazANw7ETAbiz4CzI7oqo0zA_Rw-3X7QYLpJRAb3PEf13atIFUVct422OCbLu3hg9lCdo_2BU3FHqvnicYtAAppX8iSpiR_avrHCPirfoGTjnpLY58H-jj5ea8aqoY/s943/19975%20Onde%20%C3%A9.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="629" data-original-width="943" height="382" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIMJHLiS31B2jT1kOgx4ZQqq2cIUL7F20XmJEH2N7j6YfiVTNm41vdkA5L30e4bUPazANw7ETAbiz4CzI7oqo0zA_Rw-3X7QYLpJRAb3PEf13atIFUVct422OCbLu3hg9lCdo_2BU3FHqvnicYtAAppX8iSpiR_avrHCPirfoGTjnpLY58H-jj5ea8aqoY/w574-h382/19975%20Onde%20%C3%A9.jpg" width="574" /></a></span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><span style="color: red;">FOTO 3</span></b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwRVGaaQBRI2Bz0pHG0Fx22c0QA1MoYX-9nBo63T7IIQD9hTBrAmG4I6rbklR1QBEo1ixTSuyIN56gocAio6sg37amwYrI-int-feI46yDK6Gi9SSPV-4ZfHh_8MsXU8588viHmZ6LDwgwxdUJ9kwK4Tp4fnvPs6OrMlzOk2-TvWz83EavxTFyLFWEtxFT/s1307/19976%20Onde%20%C3%A9.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="618" data-original-width="1307" height="272" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwRVGaaQBRI2Bz0pHG0Fx22c0QA1MoYX-9nBo63T7IIQD9hTBrAmG4I6rbklR1QBEo1ixTSuyIN56gocAio6sg37amwYrI-int-feI46yDK6Gi9SSPV-4ZfHh_8MsXU8588viHmZ6LDwgwxdUJ9kwK4Tp4fnvPs6OrMlzOk2-TvWz83EavxTFyLFWEtxFT/w576-h272/19976%20Onde%20%C3%A9.jpg" width="576" /></a></span></div><span><br /><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: red;">FOTO 4</span></b></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihnOAQVWN1olKfmdMYoZuXfZDknJbdENsMczFwofGUvGZOpqH8v3m3B71XJyloWk9iC0FGtzCz3WbEJxIIkde0Nzk41hkTsVBYi_MFA49znCzKsfcsm-iD9Jpmh0EYKrvZNKfqqAlwKwvpkd3n2J75vxeAYQjTmo_k5w6wDRioIFhSpD261iVms83iGkoz/s3591/19977%20Onde%20%C3%A9.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2058" data-original-width="3591" height="352" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihnOAQVWN1olKfmdMYoZuXfZDknJbdENsMczFwofGUvGZOpqH8v3m3B71XJyloWk9iC0FGtzCz3WbEJxIIkde0Nzk41hkTsVBYi_MFA49znCzKsfcsm-iD9Jpmh0EYKrvZNKfqqAlwKwvpkd3n2J75vxeAYQjTmo_k5w6wDRioIFhSpD261iVms83iGkoz/w615-h352/19977%20Onde%20%C3%A9.jpg" width="615" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div></b><b><span style="color: red;">FOTO 5</span></b></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: red;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPU3Kt4RXn99e6TzQE1TCILaQ2UIm4oEaEs5GNs__rfw-vDIat1uibqnSBcybVDcOjfJl-XJ0t2lFuNFrE8_j6q7aIbcLwG0wFGwNqiKIJwJo0eFp6JvwKjMtflxSBa9lsqeqtMHhVFzfQQEpLUPXrU1Z4ICVE8psKIm3xXPd44I5kazDX5aPyZmXBZdnl/s3280/19978%20Onde%20%C3%A9.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2114" data-original-width="3280" height="382" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPU3Kt4RXn99e6TzQE1TCILaQ2UIm4oEaEs5GNs__rfw-vDIat1uibqnSBcybVDcOjfJl-XJ0t2lFuNFrE8_j6q7aIbcLwG0wFGwNqiKIJwJo0eFp6JvwKjMtflxSBa9lsqeqtMHhVFzfQQEpLUPXrU1Z4ICVE8psKIm3xXPd44I5kazDX5aPyZmXBZdnl/w594-h382/19978%20Onde%20%C3%A9.jpg" width="594" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div></b><b><span style="color: red;">FOTO 6</span></b></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: red;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTJGfBJA0VBQyCv91G5hPu5AwjwTPtPfeu9dcGJpHJf8PB_dHg_gfUcbsqTOqNonFkrMsJi7XEV94erNSom8kE3OdPJyF91pJcYel3Po4CtBP3jUaUCMAiWcj-FuyvaxogPAW8X5h0ySXBr9EoUhAPyfStoYaJyQzwwsBbanpagF8G56EPfZ1EBbczmuaR/s3512/19979%20Onde%20%C3%A9.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2406" data-original-width="3512" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTJGfBJA0VBQyCv91G5hPu5AwjwTPtPfeu9dcGJpHJf8PB_dHg_gfUcbsqTOqNonFkrMsJi7XEV94erNSom8kE3OdPJyF91pJcYel3Po4CtBP3jUaUCMAiWcj-FuyvaxogPAW8X5h0ySXBr9EoUhAPyfStoYaJyQzwwsBbanpagF8G56EPfZ1EBbczmuaR/w619-h424/19979%20Onde%20%C3%A9.jpg" width="619" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div></b><b><span style="color: red;">FOTO 7</span></b></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: red;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYisHpm2-5FkixQ9WfUFEKPaiGZtXY9fdDdppX6sCBzIjcHu5w_4k6gNdvThV0RYFhxaaUVBbDleppp00_xu7RNSpCtK6Ph3-l_xCop4bdW1Yekqr5A7olCTyZk9zTEaw9ZVmaNpQ1Jx17R8Xbr38TRItWqJy4SPtv80uUkeRvjoFKIRI2Q64Bi_Fmtp7q/s717/19980%20Onde%20%C3%A9.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="505" data-original-width="717" height="411" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYisHpm2-5FkixQ9WfUFEKPaiGZtXY9fdDdppX6sCBzIjcHu5w_4k6gNdvThV0RYFhxaaUVBbDleppp00_xu7RNSpCtK6Ph3-l_xCop4bdW1Yekqr5A7olCTyZk9zTEaw9ZVmaNpQ1Jx17R8Xbr38TRItWqJy4SPtv80uUkeRvjoFKIRI2Q64Bi_Fmtp7q/w585-h411/19980%20Onde%20%C3%A9.jpg" width="585" /></a></div><br /></b><b><span style="color: red;">FOTO 8</span></b></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: red;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><span style="font-size: large;">NOTA</span><span style="font-size: medium;">: </span></span></b><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Muito cansativa e repetitiva esta polarização entre bolsonaristas e lulistas. </span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Já foram fartamente expostas aqui as opiniões sobre um lado e outro. </span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Desta forma, a partir de agora, comentários político-partidários deste tipo serão excluídos.</span></b></span></div></span><p></p>Saudades do Riohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16099186743746313132noreply@blogger.com108