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Travel Blogs from Montemor-o-Novo
... palais ruins were a nice retreat from the afternoon sun.
After immigrating indoors from the heat later in the afternoon we went out again to see the Roman aqueduct, interestingly houses had been built in the arches, the Roman Theater and cathedral.
We prepared a vegetable and cheese dinner from items gathered from the local market and watched the sun set from the rooftop terrace whilst chatting with other travelers.
... its chilled out summer vibe!
The bus to Evora was thankfully quite comfortable with free wi-fi and new seats given the almost 5 hour trip. As it was just coming on dark when we arrived we found the hostel, met our Polish room mates and went out for dinner in the square. As we had not had anything typically Portuguese yet, I ordered bacalhau, a salted cod dish with clams and potatoes; huge but goo
I still had no idea that we had strayed out of the territory that Wanda knew well. She certainly didn't let on and just waved her hands as though she knew what she was doing. At 5pm we passed Evora, somewhere I'd crossed off our list because it was too far away - 165km if you go direct - despite it having Roman ruins, being a heritage site and being surrounded by megaliths. We love to visit standing stones and ...
... map, when she had to ask directions to a little church inside a castle wall at Viana do Alentejo.
The church and its surroundings had some charm and we wandered round it, glad to be out of the car for a bit. I was however getting architecture fatigue by this point. The turrets were an early Portuguese style from the 11th Century or something. They were the conical shape that you see in fairy-tales.
Within half an hour we were back in the car.
... and has never been repaired.
The heat of the day was intense as we walked, very slowly, towards the bridge. Eventually, we got to a chain-link fence at the poor end of town and Wanda pointed out across the valley at a pile of rocks in the distance, indistinguishable from the landscape around them. This was The Bridge we had come to see. I'm sorry to say, I didn't even photograph it. There really was nothing to see.