We are having a few days of fog in the mornings, I should say sea frets, as it disappears about 11am. I’m always raring to go about 6am! but Mary is rarely ready before 11am so it bothers us not.
We seemed to have settled into a routine of spending a day either locally or on the camp site and then driving to other areas of interest on the following day. On one such occasion we found ourselves at Batalha where this Cathedral overwhelms the town.
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Part of the building was unfinished, the labour was taken away for another job and never returned?
Perhaps they couldn’t match to standard of workmanship of their great great great grandfathers who constructed the main building in the 14th century?
Shame, we arrived too late the see the bride, just caught a snapshot as she was leaving. But what a Church to be married at.
The guards change every hour, Mary was determined the see them, and one posed for her.
There is another Church in the area that is the largest in Portugal, we have seen enough Churches this week, I feel a prayer coming on, so we decided to give this one a miss, we will probably regret it when someone later tells us that we’ve missed the best Church in the whole world? Sods law. The weather continues in the high twenties.
After 11 days here we decided to move on. We broke camp the next morning the 13th, treated ourselves to Sunday lunch at a restaurant which overlooked the bay. The meal was very nice, after a false start which brought us pieces of pork mixed with pastor and various small shell fish still residing in their shells. The meal we had ordered arrived later without any fuss.
It was a good drive to Evora, about 3 hours. Guess what? We drove into the town and with a few nifty turns landed at the camp site we had aimed for, a first for us. We are on our way to being qualified Gypsies!
