Brasileirinhas Carnafunk Top -

By dusk the bloco snaked through narrow streets. The Carnafunk top, half-sweat, half-glitter, reflected a dozen streetlights like aquatic stars. People joined as if answering a private summons: a delivery driver spinning in rhythm, a seamstress with thread still on her fingers, two teenagers who shared a secret smile. Hugs were currency; steps were the language.