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... beautiful bridesmaid and then finally we got to see the bride, escorted by her brother. Miriam wore a gorgeous multi-layered A-Line dress with a sweetheart neckline strapless bodice. The layers of the skirt extended to form a short train and a lace veil completed the bridal accoutrements. My heart swelled as I saw Miriam walking down the aisle and again to see Samuel giving her away. The absence of deceased parents making the moment all the more poignant. Although I didn't ...
... map, when she had to ask directions to a little church inside a castle wall at Viana do Alentejo.
The church and its surroundings had some charm and we wandered round it, glad to be out of the car for a bit. I was however getting architecture fatigue by this point. The turrets were an early Portuguese style from the 11th Century or something. They were the conical shape that you see in fairy-tales.
Within half an hour we were back in the car.
We drank more coffee and the kids stuck their feet in the fountain briefly. next to the fountain was a statue of Riberia, a writer who had been born there. He wrote something I've never heard of and died from TB aged 74. We saw his house, as we passed.
The highlight of Torrao for Wanda, the very reason we'd come this far, was a Roman bridge. This bridge was built back in the days before Christ, takes the weight ...
... hillside to the River Sado. It was indeed as picturesque as we'd been promised.
Wanda bought us drinks and fish croquettes, then we walked up and down the alleyways between the houses. Strung across them were lines and lines of fluttering pendants and faded decorations made from newspaper. They had been put up to celebrate the feast of Maria.
We passed the street of Rats, where the rubbish had been thrown in days ...
... to be completely intoxicated, much to the kids' amusement. The kids sipped some and the following trip round Lidl was somewhat hyper.
The journey home was equally mad. I waited for Nick at the corner of the car park, as he needed to follow me for directions. I watched as he sped out of the car park and disappeared round the corner, following the wrong car. Needless to say, we got back to the villa before him and had a chat with Wanda before he found his way home.