From there we headed off along the lake shore, hoping for an improvement in the light that failed to happen, circling the High Court building and heading back to the NGA car park, reclaiming the car and heading back to the Heritage.
There were a few options to consider for dinner, with possibilities in Kingston, Griffith and Manuka, but beckoning in front of us was the prospect of Portuguese cuisine at Vasco's, which was, as far as we could tell, in Kingston though I'd failed to sight it there the night before.
Having decided Vasco's was the go, and that there were other possibilities should we fail to locate it, I was rather nonplussed when we walked right up to a place that was clearly identifiable as our preferred destination without any complications.
What was even more surprising wasn't so much finding the place empty when we arrived (based on the possibility that we'd find the place packed if we got there too late) as the failure of anybody to wander in for dinner while we were there. Maybe those partial to Portuguese are inclined to dine later, but there were plenty of people who paused to glance at the menu on display but failed to wander in.
But in was where we were, and having ordered, what was on offer turned out to be very good indeed. Madam's seafood risotto was good, but my go at the barbecued chicken specialty of the house left me trying to figure out an excuse to get back for another go at it. A bottle of Massena Barbera went rather well with the chicken, and by the time we were finished I was a very satisfied customer who couldn't figure why we seemed to be the only ones interested in eating there.