Sunday in a foreign city in a foreign land tend to be a visit to the park when the weather is fair. Or visits to one or more museums if not. Today’s weather was fine indeed so a park day it would be.
First though, I was keen to check out a Lisbon’s aqueduct, Aquedoto das Águas livres. I saw the aqueduct from the train as I arrived and it looked impressive from there.
The aqueduct is not far from Parque Eduardo VII, my local park just north of Marques de Pombal. Which is just a big roundabout and also location of my local metro station. I had not yet been inside the actual park.
First, I walked past Estabelecimento Prisional de Lisboa, Lisbon Prison. There was a queue of people waiting outside, more opposite the prison in the shade, many of them black. I assume given that today is Sunday, I assume that these people await prison visiting hours to begin.
I had to criss cross some hilly streets to get to the aqueduct. No surprises there. An old aqueduct points to an old neighborhood. Good photo opportunities along the way.
The aqueduct Aquedoto das Águas livres was quite disappoining. It looked deserted, unused and you couldn’t see much of it at all. From underneath…
…same level again.
Opposite from above where either the water came from or arrived to. Who knows? Now it was all closed up and used for nothing obvious.
Walking back towards Parque Eduardo VII a bit disappointed and I was passing a cafe. Must be time for a mid morning break.
I am developing real fondness for espressos and natas. Awesome combination. I can understand the Mediterranean habit of small strong coffee on the go. It works.
Now we are in “my” local park Parque Eduardo VII. Looking south through Marques de Pombal towards centre of Lisbon and Rio Tagus.
Close up of the elaborate planting. Would take some effort to keep this nice and tidy.
Parallel to the above, there are long promenades on both sides. Much pleasant for flaneuring.
On the northern side of Parque Eduardo VII is Jardim Amália Rodrigues and this lovely setup. A cafe opposite. I will return there later.
I continued walking on combined walking and bicycle paths through adjacent parkland. There were some lovely views to the north to be had.
Even the aqueduct popped up in the distance. Looks impressive now but fades in comparison to that fantastic aqueduct in Segovia, Spain. My favourite.
It’s interesting to see that the old USSR ideals are far from dead in Portugal. Note the logos on both of these billboards. This was not unique. You see it in graffiti as well.
Jardim da Fundação Calouste Gulbenkian is a shrine to brutalist architecture. Grey concrete was the norm pretty much everywhere including footpaths.
The park’s amphitheater had also a predominant concrete appearance. Still, a pleasant place to stop and relax for a while, which I did. I could see that people had brought books and sat there reading in the autumn warmth. Some were even napping there.
I was soon back at Jardim Amália Rodrigues having completed walking a loop. It was time for… You guessed it. Coffee and nata. Americano coffee this time.
Perfect setting again and I sat there relaxing for a while. Again. Sounds like as much sitting as walking today but it was not so.
After more wandering around, it was time for lunch. I stumbled onto an American style diner. Why not? I have had fish and seafood almost every day since I arrived in Portugal. Let’s go burger.
Hmmm… Not sure about the name of the diner though.
My burger arrived. What else do you order in a diner?
While the burger and chips were perhaps not disasters, they were pretty ordinary. I soon finished the meal and left the Great American Disaster. It just didn’t seem right to hang around in a place with that kind of name.
Back at the hotel for a siesta and relaxation as time approached 3pm.
And would you believe it… I got so lazy and comfortable that I didn’t go back out again. Another relaxing evening in the hotel room. Why not?