Lisbon By Night

The city was really turning on as the sun went down, crowds of people, street performers, bright lights, action. We walked a bit, then took the elevator up-town, explored a bit more, and had dinner at the Cervicio Trinidad, a monastery-turned-brewery-turned restaurant that goes back some 700 years. And then, after a long day for us, we headed back on the Metro and the bus.

A side-street, all decorated for Xmas no less

Main square

Castle, by night

At the Cerviceria Trinidad, Vicki had the steak and chips, I,the cod and 
potatoes and cheese configuration (and a goat cheese/olive appetizer); 
though criticized as "touristy,"the only language heard was--and the place 
was absolutely packed--Portugese; no tourists in December; the beer was

very good

Interior of the Cerviceria Trinidad; tiles, of course

The elevator that takes you from down town to up town; 
designed by one of Eiffel's students

Foregoing Fado in Alfama

From the castle, we walked back down through the Alfama, "getting lost," as all the guidebooks recommend--but you can't really...just keep heading down and you'll get back to the 21st century. The Alfama is the old Moorish/sailor/now-working-family precinct, not destroyed in the 1755 earthquake, famous for its sights, sounds (Fado), etc. From the Alfama, we continued walking back into ground-zero downtown Lisbon, which was lighting up, as the sun went down.

The wall used to separate the Moorish section;

the steps down into the Alfama

Welcome to Alfama!

It's not exactly an undiscovered place; nice fountain though

Restaurant; typico, in our experience

A Fado bar, all set for the evening (it was

early, by Portuguese standards); after about

1 nano-second of soul-searching, we decided

to forgo the Fado; this is unforgiveable, I

know; but we like our folk-music light and

cheerful, even witty ("We're marching to

Pretoria!"), not serious and tragic; I would

have been thrown out for irreverence

Just like in Brazil, Jesus looks blessingly on

(a few miles down the river)

Lisbon Sights

Main drag, Lisbon; is Liverpool its sister-

city?

Aboard streetcar #28

Lisbon castle; we walked up to it later

About 47 churches/cathedrals

At a church on one of the major hilltop vistas, a tile

depiction of old Lisbon, as it was before 1755

The companion, the storming of Lisbon castle in the

reconquista

So European...

This is interesting: an old structure is being gutted and

rebuilt (as is much of old Lisbon, with major EU funding)

from the inside out; only the beautiful tiled walls, supported

 by all the metal structure, will remain

At an antique tile store near the castle: we swear this is the

very pattern, or really close, to the one we chose for our

kitchen renovation in Dallas, c. 1985; right, Rebecca and

Rachel? We did not pay 30 euros a tile, for sure...

From the Gulbenkian, we took the Metro further into town and then did a couple Rickie Stevie walks, conjoined with a couple streetcar rides (#12 and #28). It's a fascinating city, complex, much of it destroyed in the 1755 earthquake, then rebuilt along more modern (=post-medieval) lines.

Calouste Gulbenkian Museum

Saturday morning we began our tour of Lisbon with a visit to the Calouste Gulbenkian Museum. Gulbenkian was an Armenian oil-man (sic; not oil-person; I know this from doing 13 years in Dallas) whom the Portuguese gave political asylum in 1942. He left his billions to Lisbon, when he died in 1955, to create a museum for his collection and to continue his practice of tithing 10% to art. The museum is comparable in many ways to the Burrell Collection in Glasgow: the tastes and interests of one man, eclectric in every way, beautifully displayed in a purpose-built structure that is itself of interest, etc. Its impressive Asia Minor collection--Gulbenkian's homeland--is something the Burrell does not have, particularly its Muslim art.  We had a nice lunch, with the seasonal squash soup, and then moved on....

Entrance to the Gulbenkian

Muslim decorative tiles

The museum is in a park-like area, but smack in the city

15th century Muslim lamp

Like the Burrell, in the Gulbenkian you look out the

windows, here from Chinese (Ming and Qing) gallery,

and see a garden

A Medieval traveling altar; obviously a

wealthy merchant or clergy

I am keeping my beard trimmed short these

days so as not to look like Rembrandt's old

man

A Turner; yes!

Madame Monet, painted by Renoir (or maybe it was

Madame Renoir...)

And a Sargeant

And a whole gallery of Lalique, who was really into snakes

The very famous Lalique dragon fly

But he was really into snakes

Feliz Natal: Merry Christmas, 2009

From Obidos we drove on the 40 miles or so to Lisbon, a hilly city of 2-3 million, and found the municipal campground, Camping Lisboa, on the northern side, with relative ease. Electricity, water, warmth, security, a beautiful site in the city park--very much like Paris' Bois de Bulogne, but a much nicer campground--all for $26 a night. We'll take it. About a dozen other RVers were there too.

It was Christmas Eve, and all our thoughts and activities turned to family and friends and to our assorted Christmas rites and rituals...reminiscing about last year at Whakapapa, North Island (on the slopes of Mt. Doom), decorating the Sherouse family Christmas tree, listening to Christmas music, the traditional cheese fondue, Christmas Vacation, exchange of (modest, travel-related) gifts, viewing of Christmas Story, lazing around and enjoying a rainy day-off. And, best of all, phone calls to Rachel and Rebecca, Marie and Carole.

We very much missed family and friends for this second Christmas apart--next year we are definitely coming home--but trust everyone had a wonderful holiday. Ours was, again, most memorable.

For this year's Christmas tree, we went

natural/live; there was little else to choose

from; the lights we saved from New

Zealand last year!

While Vicki fixed the cheese fondue--with real French and

Swiss cheese and German Kirchwasser, etc.--we watched

the fire in the old video-hearth (thanks, Gloria) and sang

along with all the Christmas music

Battery-powered candle-light fondue dinner

Christmas dinner the next day--roast chicken and a Medoc

wine

Dessert...British Christmas pudding with

grand marnier cream sauce; and Ginja

cherry liqueur from Obidos, in chocolate

cups; quite an international feast

We had been looking for lime jello throughout France,

Spain and Portugal, but had to settle for a Tutti-Fruitti-

flavored "green slime," still good

Obidos

Our last stop before Lisbon, where we spent the night in another aire, was the medieval hill-town and castle of Obidos, traditionally a gift of the Portugese king to his wife the queen.

16th century aquaduct carrying water to Obidos

 

Tile work above a portal to the hill town of Obidos

View from town wall

All the buildings are trimmed in either blue or yellow--

originally property lines--but note here that the grafitti is

color-matched

Ditto, in yellow

One of six churches encountered in the 4 or

5 blocks from the gate to the castle

The Annunciation, in the church; painted by

one of the sisters...

Alley leading up to the next alley

The castle keep; the castle is now a 9-room

hotel; not all that expensive, really

Special European small medieval village garbage truck

It was December 24th, so all Santa's helpers

were out and about

Another Obidos street scene; pretty place