The Brewery

The Brewery It goes back a long time when I saw this closed down the brewery, on the wall, faded letters proclaimed Portugal`s best beer. The was an enormous gate into the courtyard I could smell the sweating horses and saw the iron rings on the wall where they were tied waiting for their cart to be filled with beer crates. There were many cats around, once they had been fat living off the beer foam, waiting for a good time returning. I tried the front door, massive it was but not locked I half opened it but then felt spooked there might some spirits resent my intrusion? Twenty years later and the place was bustling with life, pro, and amateurs can exhibit their work there, It is easy to spot the difference, the amateur looks happy with his work, the pro thinks his work is not so good as he had planned it When the cats realized that the beer would not flow, they went back doing what they best do catching mice.