Sana Reno Hotel
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- Continental Breakfast
- Swimming pool
- Room service
- Wheelchair accessibility
- Business Services
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After the usual cappuccino and pastry we boarded a tram for the steep climb up to St. Jorge Castle. Not much to look at inside, but the views were spectacular. The area around the town has some interesting shops on very narrow streets.
We then took a stroll through the Alfama area, which is built into a very steep hill and has a tangled web of narrow, winding streets. It was a bustling district during the ...
... big names bouncing around my head, such as Prince Henry the Navigator, Pessoa, and Camões. But Tuesday morning, with a belly full of pastel de nata and galão, we walked up to the largest, most ornate monastery and church I have ever seen and it dawned on me that Lisbon has so much more to offer than I can see in ten short days.
Jerónimos, a product of Portugal’s immense and sudden wealth that poured in during the Age of Discovery, appears ...
... in each little town, I felt my eyes slowly getting heavier and heavier and my past two nights beginning to pay their toll. Arriving back in Lisbon, cranky with hunger and tiredness, we immediately got suggestions for dinner and headed out to eat. After getting turned away from our first option because it was too crowed and we had no reservation, we settled for some outside seating at a place down the street. After seeing and smelling the delicious seafood at ...
Arrived in Lisboa to emerging sunshine, which was a good job as the "centre of town" had street parking, all taken, TT struggling with the tall buildings blocking reception, so Margaret needed all her navigating skills to find a parking station station close by. Imagine our surprise, when, about to drive in, we were swamped by smiling, clapping people who also blocked the entrance. Once the conversing language had been resolved, it turned ...
The church itself is not much to look at on the outside. Inside, however, it had a fantastic ceiling, painted with columns and angels. I walked through the door and said "wow!" as I hadn't been expecting its Baroque splendors. The old woman selling postcards couldn't decide whether to scowl at the noisy children fiddling with her display of trinkets or Nick in his tackle-defining swim-wear and glowing thighs.