There was a big religious procession down our street today. I'm not sure what the occasion was, maybe something in the lead-up to Easter. There were five or six different marching bands. They try to leave room for each other, but sometimes I could hear two playing at once, which I love.
Grabbed some dinner at a local "snack bar"/pizzeria. Fried hake, boiled potatoes with parsley, a small salad, some rice, and a pastel de nata for less than €8. Not bad. The young kid who worked the counter spoke perfect English, said "Your Portuguese is great!" I told him he was lying, but thanks for saying so. Nuno is now cooking an octopus stew with a whole octopus in it. I will observe.
