| Last nights full moon at dusk. |
| and then climbed up beyond habitation. |
| We did the climb from the parking lot at Eira do Serrado up to the Miradouro. |
| This time I could clearly see all the peaks as there were no clouds creeping over the tops. |
| We walked the zigzag, cobble stoned, sometimes slippery path with Nicola and I each using a walking pole. |
| Down into the trees (Chestnut, Eucalyptus and Pine) |
| until we were actually below the level of the main part of the village and had to walk up the road to it. |
| We stopped at the same cafe as I did last time, same cat, same friendly waitress and I had the same wine and octopus salad (it was so good last time). |
| Nicola can't believe how brilliantly orange the egg yokes are. Dave had a steak sandwich. |
| As you can see, we didn't rush to catch the first bus by. |
| The look out peak from the restaurant. |
| As we weren't in a hurry, the waitress bought us testers, hoping we would buy some bottles to take home: Poncha, Eucalyptus Liquor (why!), Blackberry Liquor and Chestnut Liquor (lovely). |
| We knew we didn't have time before the next bus to visit the museum. |
| Truck full of willow branches destined, I'm sure, for the wicker shop in Camacha. |
| It was not all tourist perfect. |
| I walked down to the little church, built by the parish on land donated by the nuns from the convent in Funchal. |
| Tiles lined the lower part of the walls |
| and a painted wooden ceiling |
| which included the village in the valley. |
| Looking up, from the church, at the path we had taken down. |
| I was able to get a seat at the front of the bus and took some videos of the drive back. |
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