All you need is a feather
In the square in Caminha, we sat having a beer and a glass of vinho verde at a cafe at dusk and watched people and read. Two girls of around eight were chasing pigeons near the fountain. They looked almost like twins as they both had waterfall ponytails in the top of their head. One picked up a feather and stuck it in her hair and the other followed. Then they marched all around the square cupping their mouth and blowing as if they were Native Americans. Tatjana looked up from her book and said, “How much pleasure can one feather bring?”