Another fine morning for a run along the seafront, stopping only to wonder at the dried up plants which I call sea holly because it is so prickly. I have no idea what it is really called.
Showers are forecast for later. We shall see.
We tried to sample the refurbished Caçarola 1 restaurant for lunch yesterday but they said there would be a 45 minutes wait! It was Sunday, of course, and all the restaurants are busy on Sundays. So we went back to O Picadeiro where we had a table at once but even there it was very busy with a huge family party, maybe 15 people, reminding me of the family Christmas meal we had in our local Italian restaurant last year.
The restaurant O Cais do Heleno, where we lunched on Saturday, is decorated with huge prints of photos of traditional Portuguese fishing boats from probably 100 years ago.
Nostalgia is everywhere, even in tourism. Here is a link to an article about the best places to travel to for vintage shopping. It always strikes me that travelling abroad for shopping is an odd thing to do but apparently people do travel with empty or near-empty suitcases for that very purpose. Vintage shopping another kind of nostalgia.
Nostalgia - as Joan Baez sings, “we both know what memories can bring, they bring diamonds and rust”.
It is to be hoped that the diamonds predominate. Rust we can do without.
Back in Greater Manchester, people are getting excited, or so it seems, about the opening of the Christmas markets. The original idea was no doubt quite exciting and interesting with some artisan craft stall but in recent years it seems that they are mainly tat markets, selling lots of useless stuff. But the food and drink stalls will undoubtedly do a roaring trade - mulled wine and street food! But central Manchester will be quite nightmarish.
Life goes on. Stay safe and well, everyone!
No comments:
Post a Comment