We took it at a leisurely pace (100km/hr) stopping for lunch at a filling station, we sat in the camper on the lorry park and ate cold pork cutlet, rabbit and duck pâté , cheese and crisp breads, very relaxed and the height of sophistication.
|The Tourist office and San Franciscos keep|
|The Townhall with King Afonso complete with sword|
Church of A Misericórdia
|The mother church -Santa Maria Maior|
|Some of the many balconies in the town square|
The café only had 4 tables and a couple of seats at the counter, in the vitrine were sweetmeats, of course Pastel de Nata, but also savouries, so ordering a pastel for Linda and I, a minced meat pasty (Pasteis de Chaves, a local speciality), after we had finished them Linda said she fancied another, so she had a one (you just can’t hold this Lass back) and I reluctantly had a ham and cheese turnover, very tasty indeed. We left and went across the road to the Church of the Holy Mary, we opened the door, but inside there was a service in progress, so as silently as is possible with groaning ancient church doors we decided to return later.
|The Roman Bridge the crosses the river Tâmega|
|Igreja Sâo Joao de Deus|
|Heathens to the left, Pilgrims to the right|
|A tray of fresh baked Chaves Pasties|
With its turrets, defensive casement walls and cannon, it is an impressive structure with its commanding position over the river and approach roads.
There was a little Black Redstart was hopping from the walls and alighting on the remnants of stonemasonry.
We then went back to the Town Square and the church, the square was full of folks in all their finery, I popped back into the café to inquire for the reason of all these goings on and was informed that this was the Christening day, the children in Portugal do not get Christened until they are of school age, this was that special day.
|The Bapstmal Thong (think wearing one is compulsory)|
At the other side were some very nice public gardens, we had a good looky-looky and then leaving via another gate, Linda got a little confused and asked where we were heading, (orientation is not one of her better skills). We headed out to a Leclerc supermarket to revictual for the next couple of days.
|A row of well pruned Plain Trees, just starting to leaf.|
|The Peacock was strutting his stuff to the hens next door|
|A Lady Amherst Pheasant|
|These two were going hammer and tongs at each other|
A herd of Iberian Goats
It was spitting on with rain, but not enough to stop these pair of hardy wanderers, that was until a fence stopped us.
Linda decided to go back the way we had come, I ever the adventurer decided to follow the stream as I knew it would lead to the campsite. Well it did, but it was culverted under the fence, thus I had to climb a not inconsiderable bank (you know the kind, nettles, shale, loose rocks), but I did eventually make it arriving back at the campsite, Linda had of course been there long before me.