We were woken up on our second morning at Copacabana ("...she was a showgirl...") to the sound of helicopters overhead from 6am. It turned out that last night on the next beach of Avoca, a man was bitten by a bronze whaler shark and 4 great whites were spotted right up close to our beach here in Copacabana ("...with yellow feathers in her hair and a dress cut down to there..."). Once you that song in your head, it goes on for days, interprupting normal sentences, with strange lyrics like, "music and passion were always in fashion at the..." out of the blue.
|The Copacabana Classroom.|
|Diggory's fish pie.|
|Avoca Theatre by the Sea where we saw War Horse..|