It's this enchanting small town with a very unique historical centre with its windows and doors painted in bright colours and its streets paved with big rocks that prevent you from walking around admiring the beautiful scenery, unless you want to fall or sprain an ankle.
It's a place where the water floods certain streets at high tide and you either have to wait for it to retreat or get your feet wet to cross.
And during the 5th International Urban Sketching Symposium this year, it was a place invaded by sketchers from all over the world at every corner.
I spent the day exploring the city a little bit, sketching, meeting other sketchers. some of them I knew from last year's symposium. The city being so small, it gave me an even stronger sense of belonging to a community of like-minded people and friends.
As I sat making this drawing, at least four people came and introduced themselves as being participants to the Symposium. I even met, Nelson Paciencia, a Portuguese sketcher whose blog I follow.
|The quiet before the symposium storm|
In a place like Paraty, you only need to turn your head to see a sketchworthy scene. Which is what happened with this next drawing.
I tried to channel my inner Inma Serrano. I love her work and, as a Brazilian sketcher I met used to say: "When I grow up I want to be like her".
|Still a lot to learn, but this was fun!|
|Using negative space|
|Lovely Brazilian music|
It went something like this:
A woman walks into the restaurant, obviously a sketcher. She tentatively asks if we were also sketchers participating to the symposium.
Delphine and I go: "Why, yes, indeed, we are! Come join us!"
I ask her: "Where are you from?"
Zeta: "From Luxembourg."
Me: "OMG! I'M FROM LUXEMOURG, TOO!!!"
And the rest is history.
Serendipity, my dears. Serendipity.