Singing on the Schist

Decided we needed to socialise more today, so went for a couple of tintinhos at the Adega, it's been a while - just too tired after working all morning on the building. Love the schist floor in there - notice how the threshold has worn away over the centuries, to the right of Mike's Havaianas.

The singing was fun at first, and then got sadder - about how hard life can be for Alentejanos, and how hot the sun burns them, and how wet from sweat their shirts get - moving, and all mixed up in my heart with the suffering of the Sertanejos in NE Brazil...