Spring Festival

The man from last night in his robes singing the mass this morning at the hermitage over on the island. Picture this, with views of the shining blue Lake and both Mourão and Monsaraz castles atop their hills, on either side. And all through the olive and oak trees, families setting up their picnics, in true Portuguese style (see last year) - tables, tablecloths, smoking barbecues, proper plates and glasses, and plenty of wine and beer. And a brass band. And hot sunshine. And still flowers everywhere; keep taking photos of them and not posting - think I'll put one in extras.

Our chorizo sandwiches seemed slightly out of place, so went down to the Lake for a swim and to picnic alone, though some good conversations first, including being introduced to two of the town councillors.