Between Cais do Sodré and Santos, there’s a riverside promenade popular with the morning jogging crowd, bikers, burgeoning captains and skippers attending the rowing and sailing school, caravan-driving hippies, and late-night dance fiends.
It’s illegal to dock there now, so all that’s left from the time when it was a functioning dock are the mooring cleats: cam cleats, jam cleats, and horn cleats, but with a twist. There is a whole universe of characters who have taken their places, each with its own (mostly deviant) personality. We dare you to imagine the names and traits behind each of the eighteen, and more specifically, how each one laughs.
