I was disappointed to discover that there was no dinner in the hostel, as it was Grandmother’s night off! So I strolled along the busy quayside looking for an alternative that wasn’t already full. I settled on an upstairs room at Rabelos, with another fantastic view.
I ordered a Portuguese speciality: a gratin dish containing pieces of fish, mashed potato and shredded vegetables in a creamy cheese sauce. I drank some Rose. I did JL’s trick of cross questioning the waiter who spoke English with rather old fashioned expressions. He came from Cape Verde which used to be a Portuguese colony. He must have been a descendant of slaves.
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