The Lookout

Look what we saw, walking to the castle on our way to the market this morning, Mike reckoned it was a tup. Left it bleating loudly, hope it got down safely...

Heard so many deep bangs this morning that we wondered whether the Spanish had attacked again, but apparently only fireworks for a festival in Luz, the next town.

So good to walk into town and see people; went again at lunchtime to the Adega (where the men sang), and going again in a bit for the Eucharist, and then to Évora for dinner with the Padre and others. It's been hot (38C), should start cooling down at 7pm.

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