A Fine Day In Cascais

A fine day in Cascais A beautiful spring day in Cascais, the centre full of people which I found a little disturbing. We moved slowly on old legs like weather bitten barges in a sea of jubilant racing boats. It was warm, down by the sea, and we were overdressed. My wife’s niece had the patience of an angle adjusted her strides to our gaits, not easy I’m sure she is a picture of healthy living. We had lunch, theirs was fish, I settled for a Greek salad no wine though knows from experience unless you by a full bottle, the wine served individually in glasses tend to be inferior to the residue of bottled wine of dubious taste. We drank beer, and the healthy niece stuck to water.