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São Paulo: Concrete Jungles and Pastel Dreams (Don't @ Me)

@Hugo Barrett3/16/2026blog
São Paulo: Concrete Jungles and Pastel Dreams (Don't @ Me)

okay, so. São Paulo. Where do I even begin? I’m a touring drummer, right? Used to bouncing around in vans, sleeping on floors, eating questionable gas station sushi. This… this is different. It’s… intense. Like, a beautiful, chaotic, overwhelming intensity. I’m still processing, honestly.


I just checked and it's hovering around twenty-four degrees Celsius right now, with a humidity that’s basically hugging you all day. Not exactly conducive to keeping your drumsticks dry, let me tell you. I swear, my sticks felt like they were growing moss.

I landed here chasing a gig - a weird experimental jazz thing with a bunch of local artists. The music scene is wild. Like, seriously, you can find anything happening anywhere. I stumbled into this tiny club in Vila Madalena the other night - check out the reviews on TripAdvisor [https://www.tripadvisor.com/Attractions-g301743-Activities-Sao_Paulo_State.html] - and it was packed with people dancing to something that sounded like a robot having a breakdown. In a good way.

a black and white photo of snow on the ground


Speaking of Vila Madalena, that’s where I’m crashing. It’s… vibrant. In a gritty, street art kind of way. Seriously, every corner is a photo op. I’m trying to get some shots for my Instagram - @drummer.adventures - but the light is tricky. I need to figure out a better setup. Maybe I’ll hit up some camera stores on Yelp [https://www.yelp.com/search?find_desc=camera+stores&find_loc=São+Paulo,+SP] tomorrow.

Someone told me that the street food around here is insane. Like, life-changing insane. I had this pastel de carne from a little stand near my place… oh man. It was crispy, savory, perfect. I’m already plotting my return just for those pastéis. I also heard that the Mercado Municipal is a must-see, but apparently, it’s tourist central. I’ll check it out, but I’m bracing myself for crowds.

a view of the ocean from a beach


I’m trying to navigate the metro, which is… an experience. It’s efficient, sure, but also a full-contact sport. I got shoved around a bit today. Apparently, you need to develop a sixth sense for avoiding collisions. I’m working on it. I’m also trying to learn some Portuguese. It’s slow going, but I managed to order coffee without completely embarrassing myself. I found a great little cafe - check out their page on a local board [https://www.guiasp.com.br/sao-paulo/bares-e-restaurantes/cafes/]. The barista gave me some seriously drunk advice about which neighborhoods to avoid at night. He said, and I quote, “Trust me, kid, you don’t want to be wandering around Cambuci after dark.” Noted.

If you get bored, Campinas and Santos are just a short drive away. I might take a day trip next week if I get a chance. Need to recharge, you know? This city… it’s a lot.

Golden light flares on a dark background


Okay, quick gear list for drummers coming to São Paulo:

Extra drumsticks: Seriously, humidity is a thing.
*Earplugs: The traffic is… intense.
*A good map: Because getting lost is inevitable.
*A sense of adventure: You’re gonna need it.
*Cash:* Some places don’t take cards.

Honestly, São Paulo is a sensory overload. It’s loud, it’s crowded, it’s chaotic. But it’s also… amazing. I’m not sure I’d want to live here, but I’m definitely glad I came. It’s a city that gets under your skin. And I think I’m going to miss it when I leave. Maybe I’ll even come back for another gig. Who knows?


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