So some more samples of the beautiful capital of Portugal. I really do like this location. A) Portugal and B) Lisbon. I think it would be easy for me to make the transition there to live, well apart from the language, lack of local knowledge and my fear of walking up too many hills. The town just exudes a great warmth, not just a climatic one, but a nice loving one, as if the place is a lot from the heart. That said the climatic warmth was nice too.
A coat of arms on a random building, I must say this lion is indeed well hung!
The streets of the Alfama, such a lovely place. Somewhere you actually want to get lost. We would continually stumble over small bars, cafes or coffee shops. People doing washing and contented cats sitting outside. It really is a beautiful part of the capital.
Of course hard to escape any form of religious enlightenment..... but makes a decent photo.
What ever could she have bee-n thinking? Maybe, that I would make a good pun! :)
The crowded open windowed trams are always something nice to see.
Sitting down to a brunch in one of the nicest cafes we had found in the capital. Marty had a leek soup and a long cold glass of Elderflower lemonade.
I settled for a panache (a pretty way of saying a shandy), and a really nice mix of ham, mushrooms and eggs with a great grainy bread.
Then it was just a stroll down the street we came across a wonderful coffee house/bakery. Full of things that make your mouth drop open.
Little thin biscuits that are made to resemble crepes.
Real carrot tarts, just look at that colour. Reminds me of some bad fake tans I saw in the UK.
Cream and Almond.... not for me. But, they look good.
The Australian name for these are rock buns. Anyone who ever went to my grandfather's house knows what they are all about. He loved making them. Sometimes unfortunately they would hang around too long and would actually take on more the rock category than the bun side of things. He made them with love though.
Cinnamon balls! This is one of the greatest smells, hot cinnamon. It screams something warming, something homely even in the heat of Lisbon in the middle of summer. Could you get a better smell?
Marty didn't think so!
Then we ducked into a church, partly because it was a nice relief from the heat outside also because it was the church associated with Marty's mum back home in not so sunny Poland at the time.
Marty lit a candle for her mum as a gesture.
I just continued to take photos. There was something nice about the light cast from the hundreds of red candles. Also these candles made it a little less cool in this part of the church.
So it is true miracles never cease, I went into a church and didn't catch fire, and the grannies didn't shout to cover your eyes as I may change form.... incredible.
A coat of arms on a random building, I must say this lion is indeed well hung!
The streets of the Alfama, such a lovely place. Somewhere you actually want to get lost. We would continually stumble over small bars, cafes or coffee shops. People doing washing and contented cats sitting outside. It really is a beautiful part of the capital.
Of course hard to escape any form of religious enlightenment..... but makes a decent photo.
What ever could she have bee-n thinking? Maybe, that I would make a good pun! :)
The crowded open windowed trams are always something nice to see.
Sitting down to a brunch in one of the nicest cafes we had found in the capital. Marty had a leek soup and a long cold glass of Elderflower lemonade.
I settled for a panache (a pretty way of saying a shandy), and a really nice mix of ham, mushrooms and eggs with a great grainy bread.
Then it was just a stroll down the street we came across a wonderful coffee house/bakery. Full of things that make your mouth drop open.
Little thin biscuits that are made to resemble crepes.
Real carrot tarts, just look at that colour. Reminds me of some bad fake tans I saw in the UK.
Cream and Almond.... not for me. But, they look good.
The Australian name for these are rock buns. Anyone who ever went to my grandfather's house knows what they are all about. He loved making them. Sometimes unfortunately they would hang around too long and would actually take on more the rock category than the bun side of things. He made them with love though.
Cinnamon balls! This is one of the greatest smells, hot cinnamon. It screams something warming, something homely even in the heat of Lisbon in the middle of summer. Could you get a better smell? 
Marty didn't think so!
Then we ducked into a church, partly because it was a nice relief from the heat outside also because it was the church associated with Marty's mum back home in not so sunny Poland at the time.
Marty lit a candle for her mum as a gesture.
I just continued to take photos. There was something nice about the light cast from the hundreds of red candles. Also these candles made it a little less cool in this part of the church.
So it is true miracles never cease, I went into a church and didn't catch fire, and the grannies didn't shout to cover your eyes as I may change form.... incredible.
Your blog is interesting, has left a great impression.
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Jonas