Hotel Jorge V
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... and cameras galore. We happened upon many peacocks, two of which strutted with their feathers up. Fantastic. The peahens were not interested by the way.
An early dinner. When we walked in the waitress asked if we wanted lunch or just drinks. It was 5.45. You have to wait until 8.30 at least for dinner.
A great day. We move from this fantastic hotel tomorrow to Porto.
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... the music was amazing. With tapas and wine on the table, we enjoyed the duet guitar performance for 2 hours. Definitely a perfect way to end our trip in Lisbon.
Before heading to the airport on Monday afternoon, we walked around the hilly city of Lisbon a little more and got one last delicious seafood dish (at the restaurant we got turned away from on Saturday night). We left Lisbon that afternoon with a full stomach, sun-kissed skin, and plenty of ...
... to report the mugging. The process was painfully slow and made slower by the fact the victims were far too drunk to remember what had happened.
We ended up in an Irish pub to watch the football, which was absolutely indistinguishable from your average O'Neill's, even down to the staff and clientele, our stag do friends from the plane were unsurprisingly there. We said our farewells as three of us headed to the airport.
... piece. Mom purchased a painting from an artist in one of the courtyards that paints with coffee - expresso to be precise.
Lunch in one of the downtown bistros - paella, but not as good as the paella in Seville. across from us was a port store - can you see the prices on the bottles in the photo?
Back to the Hotel for a rest and then to Hotel Mundial for complimentary dinner (so so) and to redeem our taxi reciepts and a last walk about the streets of ...
... the pregnant females have a blood feast from a mouse it is infected and when the mouse is injected with luciferase the parasites light up. In this way the folks at IMM can see where the parasites are and how many there are.)
After having lunch at IMM we took the bus to the Champalimaud Foundation. This is a neuroscience ...