Pears

I just nearly bought a pear. I don't like pears very much but I was ordered to buy one by a scary looking, bull-necked woman outside the train station in Cais de Sodre.

She just sits outside the station all day behind her box of 6 pears, staring people down from under her impressive eyebrows and yelling, "pêras" as they scurry past.

I don't think I've been as scared of anyone since I moved to Portugal.