|Exploring the sights on the streets of Lisbon|
When two heads are not better than one. Or none.
We take a cab from the train station to the Castle at the top of the hill. Rather than tour the castle, we start with refreshments at a little cafe just outside of the castle wall...
...and raise our glasses in solidarity with the oppressed worker repairing the cobbled street one brick at a time.
Slowly. Carefully. Ever so slowly.
Then spent the day exploring cafes, bars, and stores on the walk back down.
Perhaps the most interesting stop was at the Napoleao wine shop:
Where we enjoy more beer, wine, foie gras, wild boar pastry, caprese salad and fries. After meeting the girls at a downtown beer garden, we visit the Institute of Port, but not without a bit of navigation difficulties. Bob's guidebook and map could only get us to the neighborhood. After wandering in circles, we were about to give up when I accosted some locals on a street corner:
MW: "Pardon me. Do you speak English?"
Locals shake head: "No. Very little."
MW pressing on: "Do you know where the Institute of Port is located?"
Locals: Blank stare.
MW applying his intuitive linguistic skills: "Institut-OH Port-OH?"
Locals break into big smiles and point: "Two blocks. turn right."
That actually happened. We found it. True.
It was fun and interesting, but a bit stuffy for this crew. So off to find a suitable eatery.
Cocheira Alentejana fit the bill. Fine food. Good service. A great finish to a fine day in Lisbon.
We even managed to avoid missing the last train back to Cascais.