Thanks, No

After doing my walk on the beach the past three days, I was back to the pleasures of Grace Street for my morning constitutional today. And it wouldn't be a Grace Street walk without the odd conversation with a random stranger.

A heavily tattoed guy approaches me in front of Ipanema.

Him: You work here?

Me: No.

Him: Where do they do the tattoos?

Me: (pointing next door) Up the stairs and through that door.

Him: Are they open?

Me: No idea, but it seems kind of early.

Him: (pulling on locked door) Must not be open yet. Guess I'll go have a beer. Wanna have a drink with me?

It is 9:47 a.m.

Forget sun, surf and sand; a girl just doesn't get that kind of offer on a beach walk. Viva Grace Street!