This legend is from the 50s, I believe. The city is Curitiba.
A man and a woman danced through the night; and, after leaving the danceteria, it was cold outdoors, so he lent her his black cape. He takes her home and then leaves, only to realise too late that he forgot his black cape with her.
In the next day, he goes back to her home, to retrieve his black cape and flirt a bit. Her parents meet him; and they tell him that their daughter passed away years and years ago. They even show him a photo of her, and to his puzzlement the woman in the photo - allegedly dead for years - was identical to the one who danced with him, in the preceding day.
He asks her parents about her tomb. He goes to the cemetery, still a bit sceptic, but with some carnations to leave on her tomb “just in case”. She was indeed buried where her parents indicated. And his black cape was there, neatly folded, over the tomb.
This legend is from the 50s, I believe. The city is Curitiba.
A man and a woman danced through the night; and, after leaving the danceteria, it was cold outdoors, so he lent her his black cape. He takes her home and then leaves, only to realise too late that he forgot his black cape with her.
In the next day, he goes back to her home, to retrieve his black cape and flirt a bit. Her parents meet him; and they tell him that their daughter passed away years and years ago. They even show him a photo of her, and to his puzzlement the woman in the photo - allegedly dead for years - was identical to the one who danced with him, in the preceding day.
He asks her parents about her tomb. He goes to the cemetery, still a bit sceptic, but with some carnations to leave on her tomb “just in case”. She was indeed buried where her parents indicated. And his black cape was there, neatly folded, over the tomb.