Where Winston stood?
Today threatens to be sunny without any danger of precipitation. Sorry to rub it in. We have a Saturday routine that dictates delivering our grungy laundry to the service wash facility, before attending the tent on the promenade for our weekly government funded Covid test. Once again we are greeted as family and the nurse wielding the nasal swab could well be the aunt who is normally hidden in the attic. Within an hour we receive texts and emails to confirm our negative tests.
There is a market hall in the centre of the village with some interesting vegetables. The carrots are conventionally orange but very stubby.
After a leisurely breakfast featuring freshly squeezed orange juice we catch a bus to the fishing port of Camara de Lobos. If you don't know what this means you have not been paying attention and need to go back to the start and read it all again. The bus drops us at a place that was allegedly Winston Churchill's favourite view of the town. We stroll down to the port through picturesque streets where the restaurants are starting to get ready for the day's business and groups of elderly jaikies are playing cards.
One of the big attractions here is Henriques & Henriques Madeira Winery. It turns out to be closed on Saturday, a major oversight by the tour organiser who is now in the doghouse. Opposite the winery is a museum devoted to printing presses that is also closed for the weekend. At least the viewpoint is open, allowing us to gawp at madmen who descend from above dangling from some kind of kite.
Excitement such as this requires a caffeine hit and we find a spot that does not add 200% to the bill for a sea view. The coffee is good and there is no hurry as we people watch. The reflection of light from the metal topped tables is so bright that the hat has to be used as mitigation.
There is a market hall in the centre of the village with some interesting vegetables. The carrots are conventionally orange but very stubby.
Outside the market hall are tables served by two different catering establishments. Predictably we opt for the more downmarket option. It is great, chunky rolls with slabs of grilled tuna and a drink each for 8 euros.
The mapapp suggests that there is a coastal walk back to the outskirts of Funchal. It is sunny but the breeze off the sea is keeping the temperature just nice for pasty North Europeans. The walk is dead easy without steps or serious gradients. In due course we arrive at Formosa beach with its distinctive black sand.
And that was the end of today's excitement.
We've got our foots wet. Eventually :-)
ReplyDeleteThe bread looks just yummy. Why 'roll' as opposed to a 'sandwich' [genuine query]
At home we would describe that sort of bread as a roll. The description also applies to a sandwich made with one. These were tuna rolls. The other type of sandwich is with sliced bread. Around the UK there are many different types of roll with regional names and fierce arguments about their relative merits.
DeleteAah ok - thank you for that. Was a tad confuse, coming from a land where rolls = kati :p
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