Arrived in the quaint old town of Evora, about 90 minutes by train from Lisbon. Walked up to the old city square where there was some kind of children's parade going on, reconstructing past events. Got a bit worried when I saw a waft of smoke go up, as, during the inquisition, they used to burn heretics in the square. Now that's taking historical reenactment a bit to far, I thought, imagining some poor five year old tied to a spit. But, phew, it was only the hot chestnut man firing up.

Ventured into the hills following the trail of the old aqueduct, built in the Middle Ages to bring fresh water into the city. Walk was rather spoiled by a couple of dogs, who attached themselves to me on the mistaken assumption that 1, I like dogs and 2, that I was happy to take them for a walk. They followed me for miles, earning the wrath of some old peasant bloke who harangued me for not bringing a pooper scooper with me. Lost them eventually when they saw something small to chase.

There is a chapel in the church where the walls are lined with human bones. Interesting decor, which is meant to signify the fleetingness of life. I think I'll stick to wallpaper.