No car, no monks but we had the local bus so we went to the fishing village of Cascais. I don’t know how many fish they catch these days but they certainly have hauled in a full net of tourists. While it wasn’t our idea of a little getaway for the day, there’s always something to be found: an isolated cove, a peacock to play with, and fish to eat with lemon beer and lemon tea under the ginger tree, exquisite
