Where's Bertie? He's in a large car park right on the coast at Faro. I thought it was just a car park, but on arrival we found that one row of spaces is reserved for motorhomes between 2pm and 8am. Exact location: 37.01153, -7.93178.
Weather: A few more clouds than yesterday (when there were none) but sunny and warm.
Not enough happened yesterday to cause me to put fingers to keyboard (we got hooked up to the electric for the best part of a day, with no thanks to our French neighbour; a walk was aborted due to dogs; I gave Mick an alfresco haircut, which always serves as free entertainment for other Aire-dwellers; and we got overly excited to find a bread van whilst we were out and about and bought an enormous still-hot loaf), but we stayed two nights in Ameixial. Two nights was enough, so this morning we headed south down the very wiggly (and remarkably quiet) N2 road to Faro.
Ten days after last seeing a supermarket, Bertie's fridge and cupboards were so bare that when we stopped en-route at a Lidl, it was almost a case of "We'll have one of everything" rather than needing a shopping list.
The N2 had been slow going, the Lidl stop took up some time and we hadn't been early away, so when we pulled into car parking slot at Faro at a quarter past noon, we didn't hang around. Straight into the old walled section of town we went (which conveniently is right next door to where we are parked) and we went for the first restaurant we saw. It was a bit fancier than is usual for us...
...but perfectly suited to Mick's birthday celebration.
'Fancy' meant 'not huge portions' (even thought the plates were vast), which in turn meant we were still capable of doing something this afternoon other than sitting and groaning "I've eaten too much!". Mick got the choice and opted for the Municipal Museum. Housed in a 16th century convent, the building itself is worth seeing...
...but it also proved to be good entertainment for the €2 entry fee. We'll likely remember it not so much for the exhibits, but for how we collapsed into an absolute fit of giggles when we had matching surprised reactions as we sat down on a squishier-than-expected seat to read the legend (kiss frog, get gold from handsome man - that sort of legend) explaining a painting in one of the rooms.
There were also giggles when we got to the temporary exhibition of a series of artworks of which these are just two examples:
I'm not sure how wise it is to have chosen to spend the night in Faro. Between us and the coastal mud-flats (which are only around 40m away) runs the railway line. Then there's the airport, which is only a few kilometres away and under whose take-off path we are sitting. Not to mention that to be as level as possible we've chosen to park adjacent to the road. There don't seem to be many planes, so let's hope that the trains stop early too. (Incidentally, grafitti on trains here seems to be worse than anywhere we've been. We've seen a couple today that were completely covered - including the windows. It must be awful to have to travel on one of those.)
Weather: A few more clouds than yesterday (when there were none) but sunny and warm.
Not enough happened yesterday to cause me to put fingers to keyboard (we got hooked up to the electric for the best part of a day, with no thanks to our French neighbour; a walk was aborted due to dogs; I gave Mick an alfresco haircut, which always serves as free entertainment for other Aire-dwellers; and we got overly excited to find a bread van whilst we were out and about and bought an enormous still-hot loaf), but we stayed two nights in Ameixial. Two nights was enough, so this morning we headed south down the very wiggly (and remarkably quiet) N2 road to Faro.
Ten days after last seeing a supermarket, Bertie's fridge and cupboards were so bare that when we stopped en-route at a Lidl, it was almost a case of "We'll have one of everything" rather than needing a shopping list.
The N2 had been slow going, the Lidl stop took up some time and we hadn't been early away, so when we pulled into car parking slot at Faro at a quarter past noon, we didn't hang around. Straight into the old walled section of town we went (which conveniently is right next door to where we are parked) and we went for the first restaurant we saw. It was a bit fancier than is usual for us...
'Fancy' meant 'not huge portions' (even thought the plates were vast), which in turn meant we were still capable of doing something this afternoon other than sitting and groaning "I've eaten too much!". Mick got the choice and opted for the Municipal Museum. Housed in a 16th century convent, the building itself is worth seeing...
There were also giggles when we got to the temporary exhibition of a series of artworks of which these are just two examples:
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