The brightest thing about Sete Rios Station was the sunshine outside. I hung around by a bus stop, looking at a pair of concrete overpasses and a smashed-up sign for the zoo, waiting for my train. Inside was a grim little cafe and shopping-mall staircases going up and down to the platforms.
We crossed the great bridge, had a close up view of Jesus, skirted marshes and an autostrada, passed green fields and grazing sheep and dried-up plains that looked like the back end of a beach. And then the Algarve, sunglasses and ice cream on the marina. The sun was high, the restaurants were out of almost everything I wanted to eat.