What a great day we’ve had. Invitations for breakfast are rare and with that in mind, we invited our friend Gwen McCauley to join us for one of Marc’s wonderful breakfast creations……. crêpes. I went out to pick a bag of fresh oranges, returned and made juice and Marc commenced to make a compote of pears and apples, thinly sliced poached figs, cheese, yogurt, bananas and of course, maple syrup! What a wonderful feast we enjoyed peppered with great conversation and plenty of laughs.
Despite being a “frequent flyer” here in Portugal, Gwen had not had an opportunity to explore Estoi or the gardens of the pousada and when I suggested it after breakfast she was quick to accept. Marc bowed out and spent a relaxing few hours collaging and enjoying a little solitude.
There is nothing that I could say about our morning that a few photos couldn’t say better and so……
This door decoration showed up todayWe are noticing more and more decorations showing up on doors and windows all around the village.
A view through one of the open gates leading into the palace grounds where extensive garden work is underway.
A broken but elegant flower urn on a plinth.
An old downspout, decorative and functional.
Gwen enjoying the gardens and the adjoining vista.
The glorious hibiscus.
I love the way the sun was highlighting the stamen.
Olives that had just been harvested.
A true “still life”.
Olive rakes in the bucket with the fruit of the day.
Yes, these two elderly women were harvesting all these olives.
Hard work and dedicated workers.
A much deserved pause from our extensive walking and exploring.
Light, shadows and reflections.
This stuck me as whimsical for some reason. I think it’s the owl’s ears!
Colour is wonderful
Again, light and colour.
An old mosaic floor.
Decorative window in a garden wall
Delicate work above a door frame.
Another work above a door frame
Walking through the garden I looked back and this caught my eye.
Detail of an old frescoed wall.
One of the many cultured beds in the gardens.
Berries about to burst on the Medronho tree
The fruit of the Medronho tree….used to make an amazing liquore
Part of the Palace grounds
Tiled benches invite relaxing and offer tranquility.
A flower bed full of this gorgeous dancing grass.
Another inviting banquette
Delicate flowers dancing in the slight breeze of the day.
Light, shadows, reflection……combine it to create this!
I thought this begged to be photographed.
More decorations on a family doorway.
We wandered till we couldn’t any longer and we didn’t make it outside the gardens, other than the journey there and back, which is minutes from our gate. Such a gratifying morning. By now it was heading towards 13h00 and breakfast was long gone. A quick stop to collect Marc at home then back to the square for a hearty lunch of cozida portuguesa, which is a rich stew that usually includes pork, Portuguese smoked (or blood) sausages served with cabbage, carrots, turnips, rice, potatoes, and collard greens. It was filling and delicious and we were so hungry we forgot to take photos!!
A walk home, hugs of departure and Gwen headed for home and Marc and I headed for the upstairs terrace to enjoy a little of the late afternoon sun, to read and chat. The days seem to disappear and before we know it, evening is on us…………..
Full of food, not to mention piss and vinegar!!!
Waiting for us to come out of a local store.
The corner of an old building near the main square.
This caught my eye
I love seeing the places laundry ends up hanging.
Gwen, tired but content after a wonderful visit to a tiny part of Estoi. Can’t wait to show her the rest.