28th February,
Very cloudy day, so away to Estoi where the palace was built in the late C19 and has been completely refurbished and is now a luxury hotel. The gardens are beautiful. Also the Roman Villa of Milreu site is locatednearby and when we arrived to visit, as usual they were closed for lunch. So, we eventually parked in a side street a short walk away from the Palace. Cloudy day, so pups alright in the van for a while. The palace is amazing and the photos I took do not do it justice. A very clourdy day combined with my lack of knowledge of the new camera has not helped.
Whilst standing overlooking this feature we heard a dog barking in the background over the top of the houses. God, that sounds like Kicker. We look at each other. Could it be? The sound is coming from the right direction. That dog is a nightmare. We head back at a trot and arrive at the van to find him completely quiet. Not convinced but they join us for lunch at a local bar. Just a sandwich as we plan to eat out tonight.
Back to Fuseta beach to give the pups a run and out to Santa Luzia later on that evening to find a restaurant. The information book at the house suggests Casa Polvo for Tapas at the east end of the town. We'll try there. On arrival at the front where most of the restaurants open up onto to the road, it was clear there wasn't much open, which was a surprise as there was nowhere for a 6m van to park. We headed back out of town to some larger than usual parking places but after a couple of abortive efforts gave up there and drove back into town to look for somewhere else. This is when the dogs start getting agitated and Kicker kicks off barking and jumping around at the back of the van. I decide to reverse in to the pavement at right angles and bump up onto the kerb next to another car who has done the same. By this time, JC and I are stressed. Anyway job done. I close the side blinds and back curtains, and list Gybo onto one of the seats knowing she will fall into a long sleep easily as she has been awake all day. Hopefully Kicker will do the same.
We walk round the corner to the French restaurant Vincent and go in without even looking at the menu. The restaurant is open, the atmosphere is inviting and we are now starving. It has taken an hour to park up.
Food here is excellent. I have seabass fillets cooked in a lemon and chive sauce and JC has beef bourgignon. The kind, young waitress suggests the amuse bouche if we aren't having starters and at E1.50 each this sounds great. Tiny little tasters with a beetroot mousse being the most delicious.
Still haven't mastered the camera. The flash didn't go off! I am missing my Panasonic.
Very cloudy day, so away to Estoi where the palace was built in the late C19 and has been completely refurbished and is now a luxury hotel. The gardens are beautiful. Also the Roman Villa of Milreu site is locatednearby and when we arrived to visit, as usual they were closed for lunch. So, we eventually parked in a side street a short walk away from the Palace. Cloudy day, so pups alright in the van for a while. The palace is amazing and the photos I took do not do it justice. A very clourdy day combined with my lack of knowledge of the new camera has not helped.
Back to Fuseta beach to give the pups a run and out to Santa Luzia later on that evening to find a restaurant. The information book at the house suggests Casa Polvo for Tapas at the east end of the town. We'll try there. On arrival at the front where most of the restaurants open up onto to the road, it was clear there wasn't much open, which was a surprise as there was nowhere for a 6m van to park. We headed back out of town to some larger than usual parking places but after a couple of abortive efforts gave up there and drove back into town to look for somewhere else. This is when the dogs start getting agitated and Kicker kicks off barking and jumping around at the back of the van. I decide to reverse in to the pavement at right angles and bump up onto the kerb next to another car who has done the same. By this time, JC and I are stressed. Anyway job done. I close the side blinds and back curtains, and list Gybo onto one of the seats knowing she will fall into a long sleep easily as she has been awake all day. Hopefully Kicker will do the same.
We walk round the corner to the French restaurant Vincent and go in without even looking at the menu. The restaurant is open, the atmosphere is inviting and we are now starving. It has taken an hour to park up.
Food here is excellent. I have seabass fillets cooked in a lemon and chive sauce and JC has beef bourgignon. The kind, young waitress suggests the amuse bouche if we aren't having starters and at E1.50 each this sounds great. Tiny little tasters with a beetroot mousse being the most delicious.
Still haven't mastered the camera. The flash didn't go off! I am missing my Panasonic.
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