Standing in the little café in our village, waiting for my coffee, looking around. What’s that poster advertising? Some church festival? “Procissão” sounds like “procession”. We’ll check that out.

The streets decorated with blossoms, flowers and coloured wood chips. Everywhere the procession will pass-by. Through a couple of villages, a couple of miles distance.

The party later was – food wise – disappointing: stew with beans…