Aqueducts are a sign of determination on the part of the builders, because of their size and linearity. This makes them hard to protect from progress. Parts of this aqueduct have completely disappeared, such as in a field where the corn has prevailed over the monument. Next to that field, I took this photo, where the Aqueduct had been preserved and even lighted.
Other parts were destroyed for making a motorway and roads. What I particularly like with aqueducts, is when they become incorporated into the houses or walls. With this one, that isn't so much the case. Some parts have been made into a wall around a house or estate, but it doesn't run through a city, though some parts line the road. Mostly, the aqueduct stands apart from the houses, and some parts are so worn I wouldn't want them hovering over my house.
The Sunday was well spent, with some fish and chips - Portuguese version - in a quiet restaurant somewhere oddly placed in a neighborhood of very expensive looking houses. And at the end, I was invited for some drinks and a very good cognac on board Bernard and Jeanne's boat, before they left Monday morning. I took some pictures of them leaving port.
After that, I could begin the final episode of my work ashore, by scraping the hull. Luckily, I found some replacement blades for my scraper, which made the work advance so much more.
Quite bizarre was the fact that many people came by to chat a bit and comment on the work. I think everyone sympathizes when hard work is being done. Nobody likes scraping very much, least of all me. But it should be finished near the end of the week, and I'm putting on antifouling during the weekend anyway, so whatever doesn't get done, too bad.
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