We met up with our Portuguese friends who we shared our first room with on the Camino and walked through the beautiful streets of Lisboa as they told us how it had all been rebuilt after the 1755 earthquake. Through tree lined parks, past beautiful fountains, over black and white cobblestones with exquisite designs, across a theatre decorated street that used to be a river to our palace

A real palace handed over to the people by the royal family with a palm decorated courtyard on top of exquisite marble stairs, reading rooms, theatre rooms with a common back to back stage, coffee and sitting rooms and our dining room, all the walls lined with stories told in tiles by their famous poet, Passoa. Eating in a palace with a Portuguese prince and princess (our friends) with good food and wine is a special way to say farewell. We walked the lantern lit streets with our friends on a perfect summers night through the cobble stone streets to our palace. I say this because similar tiles graces its entrance and our room has a feel of lushness and I can see Corrie and I waving demurely from our kilometre long balcony

We took a tram out of town to the famous 16th century monastery, Jeronimos which was built to celebrate the wealth and distinction afforded by the maritime discoveries. It is nearly as long as our balcony and graced with frescoe ceilings and tiles, something that is becoming synonomous with a very Arabic looking Lisboa.



The once was river