Not to waste a moment…up and out by 9am to catch a train from Lisbon to the seaside town of Cascais….
Zooming under The Vasco da Gama Bridge, spanning the Tagus River near Lisbon, Portugal, it is the longest bridge in Europe, stretching over 17 kilometers and arriving in Cascais around 10am….in need of a coffee and snack!
Not particularly successful, as it was the smallest cappuccino and americano we have had to date (even though we asked for large- would hate to see their regular!) and what looked like bacon and egg pie turned out to be a (cold) nasty odd looking meat wrap which neither of us could eat….and to add insult to injury – the Loo was closed for cleaning….
Take 2 – another coffee (mainly to find a loo) and no food! At least this time the coffee was good and the loos were open!
Things were really just starting to open….
We left the cobbled streets of the same old tourist shops (full of faded Ronaldo t-shirts!)
Past a Merry go round without children (yet) …. and headed to the waterfront of this fishing town…
Beach volleyball but NO hands only kicking and heads!!!
The fishing boats in the harbour…
The entrance to the fort and Marina….
Entering The Cidadela de Cascais – Forte de Nossa Senhora da Luz e Torre on the point overlooking the Marina…
Art structures and bikes….
Old and new…yellow is definitely a colour of choice for buildings in this area…
The entrance to the Marina…
And a cool drink overlooking the sea…
Complete with a doggy cafe…
Which was actually full of cardboard boxes!
Seagulls perched high on the wall looking back to Cascais township…
Flagpoles through the fortress walls..
Taking in the architecture and villas along the waterfront…
Still a slight hint of gothic…
more yellow…
Bougainvillea and mural art on all walls….adorning the town…
More seagulls!!! (And Trudi!)
Sandy (and rocky) beaches being enjoyed in the late summer warmth of the afternoon…
Back to the train station for a 50cent loo stop, I must say public toilets in this part of the world are sadly lacking…and there is a limit to how many coffees or drinks one can imbibe out on a day of exploring…and it becomes a viscious cycle…drink – loo – drink – loo….
We caught our train back to Lisbon centre..and stopped in at a bottle shop on our 20 minute walk back…
Greeted by some cute cork art and a terrible smell of dried fish for sale…yes in this bottle shop one obviously adds dried fish and sardines as their snacks to their wine!!!
So the late afternoon is to be jamming all our travelling possessions into our little rolly bags ready for an early start tomorrow!!! Next stop Paris!
All who wander are not Lost girls 