Post Camino R&R Day 13 – Lisbon

Today I was walking Lisbon some more. Even though the place is hilly, it is walkable indeed. Well, most of the time.

Instead of wandering to the centre via Av. da Liberdade, I decided to walk as the hop on / hop off tourist buses go. I expected that those buses would pass interesting places. I was right.

The name of this park is Jardim de S. Pedro de Alcantara. One of many places with great Lisbon views that I visited today.

Jardim de S. Pedro de Alcantara had this unusual feature. A cut out where greens were growing, water running and pigeons resting. Peaceful. Where is the vortexing?

I soon also passed the end stop for one of the old Lisbon trams. Presumably this one takes you to that park Jardim de S. Pedro de Alcantara that I just passed.

I entered that old bohemian neighborhood of Bairro Alto from the walking tour yesterday. This time from the north (south yesterday).

I wanted to explore it more and take a few photos. The word bairro by the way means neighborhood in Portuguese. Barrio in Spanish.

Of course, 10am is not action time in Bairro Alto but the signs from last night were still there for everybody to see.

A few more Bairro Alto streetscape photos.

A neighborhood like Bairro Alto must have some good street art.

Now check out the lower left corner of this piece of street art.

Yes, a soldier with a flower. It symbolizes Portugal’s bloodless revolution against their long dictatorship back in 1974. There is also another image with a flower inside the barrel of a gun.

I then stumbled onto square Praça Luis de Camões. Yesterday’s walking tour commenced from here.

Ha, I could even see yesterday’s tour guide doing the rounds again with a new group of punters.

I continued walking towards the river Tagus over several road bridges. Great looking down and along the streets.

I was not sure what the pink meant here but your thoughts may go towards some gay and lesbian event.

Down by the river Tagus the fishermen mingled with tourists.

Note the familiar looking bridge in the background, the Ponte de 25 Abril. A fleeting similarity to the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francicso perhaps…?

Both Lisbon and San Francisco are subject to earthquakes and this bridge type is most likely to withstand the shakings.

This statue in Almada across the river Tagus may look familiar. Inspired by the Christ the Redeemer statue in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. After Cardinal Patriarch visited Rio which made him believe that Lisbon needed something similar.

The name of Lisbon’s statue is Cristo Rei or Christ the King.

Selfie time. I had a great time exploring the riverfront.

More fantastic street art of what looked like an old customs or harbour building.

After exploring the waterfront, I took my time walking up the hills towards the castle.

I stumbled onto a servico publico, public toilet. These are tiny and many times set among residential buildings.

The reason why I include the below photo is that:

  1. This is the view when standing up doing business, not bad.
  2. There are stairs and a public path immediately outside. You feel quite exposed and I doubt that the outside punters want to see or hear you either.

OK one more photo from the servico publico. Not quite sure what this means…

Further up the hill and the views were brilliant. Lisbon had a visit from an American warship anchored by the river.

Tram number 28 is most notorious for pickpockets according to the tour guide yesterday. We will soon see evidence…

Forget the Castelo de Sao Jorge. Nothing remains of the castle apart from walls and this long queue to get into… What?

To see the views…

The views from the tallest point in town may well be fantastic. Still, I will not spend time queuing for who know how long and then pay 8.50€ to just see views. Plenty of views around, without queues and at no cost.

Remember the pick pocketing comment. Walking down from the castle, I saw the below.

Among the papers are 2 copies of identification; a passport and a driving license. A poor bloke from Romania must have lost his wallet and not unlikely on the 28 tram.

More street art. Fado is that sentimental music, called the blues for the Portuguese.

By 1.30pm, it was lunch time. On the small square Largo do Carmo opposite the military garrison (GNR Comando Geral). There are 2 outdoors restaurants on that square where you can sit in shade underneath big trees.

Today, an excellent busker provided entertainment nearby. This lady a la style of Michelle Shocked sang melancholy songs while plucking her guitar. She was fantastic and received lots of donations. Much relaxing and pleasant. Good for digestion.

I took the photo from my lunch table but I forgot to take a photo of my food.

I had a variation of bacalhau, that most popular Portuguese cod dish. Small cod pieces mixed with scrambled eggs, potatoes and who knows what else to make a large fish cake. Yummy!!

By the way, I understand that Largo is a small square in Portuguese while Praça is a larger one.

Close to Largo do Carmo is the Santa Justa lift. The lift was out of service but you could walk up to its top for more views. Selfies in 3 directions follow.

South.

East.

North.

West was where I came from and it is the hillside so no photo.

Off Rua Augusta, the main pedestrian mall from the river, I stumbled onto this “boys choir”. Not sure what the event was, university related? The boys though sang and played the most beautiful tunes. For a while, girls dressed in a similar fashion stood opposite the boys who sang and courted for them. I stood and listened for a while.

A bit more exploring but no more photos before wandering home and past the mini mercado. I picked up “dinner”, red wine, crackers, cheese and mortadella. Perfect.

Football on TV again, it’s Saturday, so no more going out today for me.

7 hours of walking the pavements and the hills is tiring even for an “experienced” pilgrim…

Footnote:

Several times on Lisbon streets, I have been asked if I want to buy hash. In comparison, no street vendor selling selfie sticks have offered me one to buy. And they are everywhere.

Beggars approach me and ask for money. While watches and razzle dazzle sellers do not.

Now, does that say something about me and my appearance?

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