today, before 8:00 am, as I sip my coffee, I see a man walking along the side of the highway, carrying a large floating bundle of pink balloons - which I later realise are bags of brightly coloured candyfloss, carried aloft on a pole.

the sight of this human interference into what is a very concrete scene, the merging of the modernist and the pre-modern, takes me completely by surprise.

it's these anomalies that really make brasília a city worth visiting.

I sip my coffee and wonder what it all means.