Lady on the side of the road with chocolate cups and a bottle of liquor.
Evidence of a local Ancient Roman Amphitheatre (Cavea).
This is António José de Sousa Manoel de Menezes Severim de Noronha – who was the Duke who fought in the 1828-1834 to kick out the King who siezed absolute control and put his brother back in with a Constitutional Monarchy. He served as Prime Minister a couple of times.
This is a Novelty shop that just sells Sardines. (The idea is that you buy a can with your birth year on it.) I like a good Sardine.
We stopped at a food market – the Mercado De Ribeira.
This is a statue of Bernardo de Sá Nogueira de Figueiredo a Prime Minister who served in the “Liberal Wars” (same as above). He was Prime Minster and abolished slavery in the Portuguese colonies – and lost his arm in the war. He pushed for educational expansions and Constitutional liberalism.
This is a franchise that is easy to mis-translate into English as a place a middle-aged man might talk his dog for a walk on a Saturday afternoon. In fact it is teenage girl knick-knacks and fashion “Ali-ooop”.
Dinner with Matt and Louise.
Walk to their local country fair with dodgem cars and show treats.
Hugh went with Cal on the dodems and roller coaster.
Portugal has a more relaxed approach to liquor licensing than Australia.
Looking at the flavours of the toppings you can get on Churros – one stood out – “Morango”. What is a Morango? I imagined it was a kind of blood-orange mango.
It turns out it is strawberry – a word that seems to be different in lots of different European languages. I imagine some words are just too precious to yield to empire linguistic standardisation. I imagine a Lusitani (pre-Roman Celtic occupants of Lisbon) having to cope with Roman rule and saying “We’ll take this woke latin language, but a Morango will always be a Morango!”