Oh, here’s a nice big stand. I see people diving into the crystals.

Hello, darling! Feel free to take pictures of everything on display!
Oh, thank you! Are you the owner of the stand?

No. Yes. Well, no—it’s my father, Mário.
He jerks his chin toward him. A tall, burly man who talks, who sells.

Wow! I’ve got to say, you guys have beautiful stones here!
Yes, we bring them from Brazil. We are Brazilian, like most of the exhibitors here.
He proudly shows me their business card, pointing out—also with pride—that he bears the same name as his father.

Well, besides the gems, can I also take a picture of you? Maybe with the mineral you like best—the one that means the most to you.

Do you know why I chose this one? Mário Jr. asks me.

If you look closely, you can see there’s a sort of mountain inside. Do you see it?
This makes it very precious. I would say it’s the most precious one we have.