Beautiful street, the Voluntarios! How lucky I feel.
Within walking distance of my house there are the two smallest stores in the universe. I like them to death. The first is a small shop of two square meters, complete with a counter and side windows, crammed with knives and scissors and shaving razors.
Inside I always see a kind and smiling gentleman. He seems small too, but I’m not sure it’s true, maybe it’s just that I like to imagine him small, like his little place.
The smallest shop of the world is, next to it, a “boteco” selling only sweets. It is more or less a meter wide, has a counter with a glass display case and behind a square meter of space where a cute and smiling girl moves (stands still, to be true). In the display case there are tiny brigadeiro glasses with very small spoons and very small brigadeiro balls covered with colored sugars. They cost 1 real, everything is very small, even the price. Tiny shop. Exquisite as must be the soul of those who have thought about making a shop out of what was probably just a hole in a wall. It’s nice to see the two of them sleeping, in the evening, behind their two micro-shutters, knowing that in the morning again I will look at them and again I will smile.
