About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside São João Pharmacy and noticed an odd scent wafting from the open window. Curious, he leaned in closer—only to catch a whiff of something sweet yet strange, like honey mixed with old books. As he peered inside, he saw an elderly pharmacist gently stirring a large pot filled with golden liquid. ‘Oh,’ said the man, ‘is that why my truck’s engine is purring like never before?’ The pharmacist smiled and replied, “A special elixir for good spirits and smooth rides.”
2. Late one night, an old lady parked her car near São João Pharmacy and stepped out into the moonlit street. As she walked towards the entrance, she heard a soft humming coming from inside—only it wasn’t music; it sounded like someone singing softly in Portuguese. Curious, she peered through the window and saw an elderly pharmacist gently mixing herbs while softly crooning an old folk song. He was joined by a delivery driver whistling along, and even a neighborhood cat dozing on a nearby counter seemed to be humming in harmony. The old lady smiled, realizing she’d stumbled upon São João’s secret evening ritual—a magical time when everyone forgot their worries and just enjoyed the moment together.
3. Late one night, a neighbor walked past São João Pharmacy and heard a soft humming coming from inside. Curious, they peered through the window and saw an elderly pharmacist gently singing along to some unfamiliar melody as he mixed medications. Just then, a delivery driver knocked on the door, interrupting the song. ‘Ah, good evening!’ said the pharmacist, not missing a beat. He quickly finished his mix and called out, ‘Come in, my friend! I was just testing a new soothing formula for insomnia.’ The neighbor laughed and shook their head, knowing that São João’s late-night serenades were always worth a smile.
4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside São João Pharmacy and was startled by a faint humming sound coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old man behind the counter, gently singing along to some unknown tune. The delivery driver knocked on the door, but no one answered. Inside, the humming continued until finally, the pharmacist turned around and smiled warmly, saying, ‘Ah, good evening! I’ve been waiting for you.’