Awoke to a sunrise, a mild day and a huge breakfast before heading off to Santa Apolina and market day. Fairly ordinary eclectic market day offerings but high up on a hill the setting and the cobbled climb were extraordinary. Much of our time was spent exploring behind hidden archways, watching buskers and admiring non touristy side walk two table cafes (breakfast was too big to further imbibe). Our main goal was a local painting but none were on offer so we came back only with pictures of another kind

Some of these pictures in a former monastery showed those exquisite stone colours from yesterday along with gorgeous designs and streets that still show marked differences, the steepness being their main trademark. After the Camino, strangely we now enjoy climbing, maybe because of the relative small length measured in hundreds of metres, not kilometres, and also shows our lack of dependency on poles (this might be of special interest to those with Parkinsons)

“Lisboa is a hilly city that makes most peoples’ thighs sting” says Michael Hatton and there are many more than seven hills. That it had only seven was a myth created by a seventeenth century monk who wanted to make a parallel with Rome

A walk down to the mighty Tagus ended our outside day