Our next destination was Sintra, a 3-star site of royal palaces and gardens, etc., that everyone raves about. Our Sintra experience did not start well, missing a turn and the official RV parking lot. We parked elsewhere and got to experience a 2k hilly trudge to the main palace and environs. The place was overrun with tourists and tour buses and touristical tuk-tuks and trinket shoppes. We peeked in at the palace gift shoppe, and, upon examination and reflection, decided we'd leave royal Sintra for another visit. Maybe another life-time. We nonetheless plodded the crowded alleys and further shoppes, and then had a more or less peaceful walk back, through one of the gardens, to the parking lot and our camper. We proceeded on.
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| One of the palaces, the one whose gift shoppe we toured |
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| Checking out what we were considering, en video |
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| Ditto |
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| OK, if not jaded, we were a bit tired |
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Panning around, looking up at the ancient Moorish castle way up there in the heights |
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| More panning |
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| More castle |
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| Based on Cinderella's castle |
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| The town |
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| Would you believe Sintra has not one, |
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Not two, but three Byron restaurants? He wrote of the place as "Eden"; one wonders what he'd make of it now; would he have liked tapas or queijos? Super Bock? |
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| We stopped of course at Piriquita's for a pastry fix |
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| Obviously wearing Kevlar pants |
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| The park was impressive, and nearly deserted |
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| Royal tennis courts? |
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| Big beauty |
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| Magnolias in bloom |