A Ball at the Karachi Goan Association from the album of memories of Jules Fausto de Sá.

I know, I know it’s the middle of Lent. 

To talk of Carnival is no doubt heresy, but the sackcloth is beginning to chafe, the ashes are bitter, the dictum no meat smells of hypocrisy, not even a tiny wedding to relieve the dullness.

And then I get my hands on a photograph of a Ball at the Karachi Goan Association so generously shared by Jules Fausto de Sá.

Amongst my favourite personages are the little girls one dressed as a cello and the other needs nothing but sheer spunk and a crisp salute.