The walk to the top took us through neglected streets and gardens, some youths played football and tinkered with motorbike engines. Litter collected in the corners.
They eyed us with suspicion. I eyed them with equal suspicion. I felt uneasy, I didn’t feel comfortable there.
By contrast at the top was a five star Pousada hotel which to me seemed hopelessly out of place. Extravagance amongst poverty just seems incompatible and wrong. There was a bar/restaurant with a roof top terrace with good views over the marble quarry spoil heaps and we liked it there so being a confessed hypocrite I booked a table for dinner later that evening.