Sem Fim

As I usually try to Blip before we go to Sem Fim on a Sunday night, it doesn't often figure, so here is Mike waiting in the bar area for the others to arrive. 

Sem Fim (without end) is the screw elevator that takes the olives to be pressed into olive oil - the restaurant is in an old olive oil factory.

Gratefuls:
- for our usual Sunday traditions, croissants and grapefruit, church, Adega, nap, Sem Fim with the expats
- visiting two Swedish families on the way there
- the total beauty of the sun setting on the Lake as we crossed it; the world is still beautiful even when evil holds sway