Moonlight on the Bridge

Spent the whole of yesterday either in the car, in a shopping centre, or walking between the centre and a huge hardware shop - not exactly my ideal day, especially as I kept thinking we'd get out in time to take photos... We were asked to go to Amadora, in greater Lisbon, for Mike to assess the repairs needed on the apartment of an elderly man, who has no family to help - long story.

But, and it's a big but - we went to the cinema! Second time since we got to Portugal, and I love the cinema. Saw a Portuguese film, Índice Médio de Felicidade, based on an award-winning book, about a man who loses his job and his home in the crisis. The line that stuck with us from the film and that we talked about (one of my mottoes - never see a film if you can't discuss it afterwards) was, why is it that we never fully appreciate our lives until they threaten to be, or are, taken away from us? And a wonderful plus for us - both the opening and closing scenes of the film are of the bridge across the Lake here - worth it just for that.

And so we had a kiss (sorry, Ju!) in the nightmarish underground car park where we walked miles looking for our car, which we only found when we re-emerged into the only-slightly-less-nightmarish world of the ginormous shopping centre, and then re-entered the car park from where we'd emerged.

The blip, by the way, is of the Vasco da Gama bridge on the way back, with the full moon top left. The moonlight on the Tagus was stunning, as were the lights of Lisbon, but there's no stopping on the bridge, so this is what I could get, quite like it.