The Husband and I were lucky enough to spend some time in England in April with my lovely parents and aunt and uncle. Our luck increased when the French Air traffic controllers went on strike and we had to harass my poor aunt and uncle with 3 more days in their home. Thanks Peter and Wendles for putting up with us yet again!
I actually felt quite guilty standing in the queue outside the restaurant, staring unashamedly at the diners (in the hope they would eat up and go so that I could grab their table), while the waiter at the restaurant directly next to this one, stared at us from his completely empty restaurant. Should I just eat there out of sheer polite embarrassedness (not a real word but I love it)? No way, Jose!
(Recipe for Churros at the end of the post)
Olhão is another beautiful market town on our Portuguese adventure route. It has stunning market buildings and a great market. The inside market is open every day, but the outside market is only there on Saturdays. Both are well worth visiting.
Can you see what I see in the photo? A wooden leg! What? Yes! One of the birds has a wooden leg! Okay, so maybe it's not a wooden leg, but it has a stump and makes a footprint and a hole. It still ran faster than me so I couldn’t get you a solitary photo, but the group is beautiful too.