Fortaleza do Guincho
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Travel Blogs from Cascais
... the huge hole of debt Portugal has dug itself into, this scene looks downright disturbing.
At the top of the hill is a a shopping mall and a large park (which also looks pricey to maintain). It's called the Poet's Park, and this one I must say I do enjoy it despite its extravangance. The scuptures are pretty cool--there's one of a giant man's head and two women sitting in the brain. I'm doing a video clip of that one, dedicating it to several of ...
... followed by another trip up to Sintra, where we went through the Quinta da Regaleira Palace and gardens. Amazing place! Took the scenic route back home, and had a night in, in preparation for a trip into Lisbon tomorrow.
Apologies for all the photos, but it's hard to decide which ones not to put up! They're also a bit mixed up in order, so sorry about that!, Hope all is well back home. Love to all, Allan and Carol. ...
... buildings have been replaced with a Palace
that is now a hotel. The guard path is open to visitors to have a look, so I
followed it around. I came to a corner with lawn and palm trees and no one else
around, so I sat and read my book for a while. This was just beautiful.
Heading back alone the coast I continued to
find a nice spots to stop for a while and read and then move on to another spot
... out the other window. The fields were a luscious deep green, as though the grass was a good foot high. Villages and the river popped up on occasions, creating an even more picturesque landscape. All this just kept rolling by out the window!
The man came in to turn our four chairs into four beds fairly early, like by 8pm, so from then on I was in the awkward position of trying to watch the scenery from the top bunk. The sleeper trains are great for sleeping, just ...
... supermarket and indulged in some crusty bread and pâté. Classic Hannah was not hungry until she saw Cait and I eat and wanted a slice of the action. Rather, a slice of the pâte. The following day we awoke early and headed to the town of Belème in search of a monastery and pastries. We successfully found both. The queue for the 'pastries de Beleme' was unreal and we were advised by the hostel staff to head inside. The best custard tarts I've ever had by ...