Sat 9th of June
|Beautiful day on the riverfront in Lisbon.|
We decided to catch the train to Lisbon. We loved it the last time we were there in 2009. It couldn’t be easier to get there from Cascais: €5 each round trip for a 45 minute ride. Not bad, along the coast, viewing the beaches and coast walkway. There is a lot of graffiti and it appeared that some of the neighbourhoods along the route are a bit rough. A coastal clean-up is in order.
From there, we continued up and up and up the stairway avenida. Restaurant after restaurant on the stairway to heaven had amazing views. When we got to the top, we heard an American say, “Turn left here. Believe me it will have been worth it.” So we did the same.
|Regatta in full swing.|
|The main 'gate' into the city|
We started to walk down the stairway past an interesting platform bar at the base of the abbey where scores of people were sunning themselves on lounge chairs like lizards. You could see them all over the city in rooftop bars in niches throughout. Very interesting. Suddenly, the stairs ran out and there was an elevator. It had no buttons and no indicator for stops. We got on, and it took us down to exit in a tiny jewellery shop across from the shoe store where I had tried on a pair of espadrilles. There were no signs. It was a secret elevator for those in the know. And now so do you.
Ah, but there’s more. We had coffee and the traditional custard cakes called bollo at a pastelleria on the main drag, then started walking toward the train when we heard music and a man shouting. I said, “Parade!” Alex said, “Let’s go.” So we walked down and met the parade. It was a ‘March for Jesus’ and they had a huge mobile truck with music blaring and guys at the top taking turns inciting the crowd. Everyone was dancing down the street with red and green balloons and placards about ‘Jesus Saves’. Alex misread one as "Jesus shaves". It was infectious and we tagged along. When they reached the main plaza, they stopped the truck, immediately dismantled the signage, and told the people to disperse. Alex said, “If they did Church service like this in Ireland, the churches would be packed.” Amen.
|A bride mime|
We continued toward the train station and, where they had built a big stage that morning, someone was testing the PA system. One two, one two. Boring. Suddenly, a band burst into action – large brass section, guitars, bass, drums, more percussion, a singer and a backup. It was their sound test and they were doing one of the numbers from the set they had planned for the evening show. We got a private showing and it was great. Portuguese-Brazilian-African* rhythms and you just had to dance along. When the engineers were happy, the music stopped and we got on our train back home.
It had been a fine day. A very fine day indeed.
|Lovely view from our restaurant|
|Sangria all gone.|
|Heavy Brazilian influence in Portugal|
|Squares and eateries everywhere|
|Purple trees in flower|
|The entrance to the church ruin is unassuming|
|The interior tells a different story|
|Beautiful chandelier and amazing stone ceiling|
|Whimsical decorations on some eternal resting stones|
|Treasures plundered from Mexico and South America|
|Finds and photos from the excavations|
|Amazing collections of ancient artifacts|
|View from the platform|
|The back of the church ruins from the platform|
|Fort on the hill. Need to visit next.|
|The viewing platform|
|The secret unmarked elevator across from the Ale-Hop shop|
|The main street and gates from inside|
|Man playing beautiful rendition of Halleluia on a saw|
|Pirate mime almost shot me for taking his picture without paying|
|March for Jesus parade|
|Cheers, music and prayers on the streets|
|Leading the parade from a monster bus|
|Bandstand in the square|
|Awesome fusion music in a private concert|
*They Must Be Crazy – A new afrobeat band, based in Lisbon, consisting of Portuguese and Angolan musicians. The sounds range from afrobeat to afro-funk, with Fela Kuti- inspired influences from West Africa.