I’ve taken a fair number of trips in my life. Some I recall more fondly than others: the Chicken Pox Plague in Lyon, France was a particular low with a six-month old and a two-and-a-half year old. Now that we have opportunities to travel just the two of us, we go for impromptu trips: book on a Tuesday, leave the following Tuesday. Of course, it’s a stupid strategy for most trips, but it worked wonderfully well when we travelled to Portugal recently.
The image above is a street view taken from the top of a double-decker tourist bus in Porto. Gotta love cool doorways. These come with eyebrows! Plus they are painted carmine and viridian: must use colorful words here, it’s travel writing afterall.
Another street in Porto: shabby chic in an Old World way. Porto has a San Francisco feel to it with many climbing walks, which turns out to be good exercise for the simple, delicious fare to be had in town.
Ah, the curse of translations: the notorious homonym in the English language.
Clearly, in Portugal there’s a national predilection for tile, called azulejos. The Moorish influence is pervasive in geometric tiles like these, but the figurative ones are the Portuguese way of sharing art, culture, and history. Not only do tiles bedeck buildings inside and out, the “tiling” concept is also deployed underfoot. As you can see in the image below from the seaside resort of Cascais
No fear, just two photos more to close this installment (2 of 3 BTW). Across from Porto is the warehouse district of Vila Nova de Gaia and the locale of this fantastical example of collage/sculpture. I LOVE it! I could go on and on with superlatives, but I will practice restraint: Art created with repurposed materials that pop up in unexpected places just slays me. I want roadrunner art just like this slapped up on an exterior wall at my home. I wonder if I could pull it off? I’d need welding skills though. Full disclosure: there’s another cool animal, a fox, on a Lisbon street. We drove by too fast in an Uber to take a photo.
See below a warm, just purchased Pasteis de Belem (as described in the prior post) soon to be consumed by me. The verdict? Sublime. Accept no substitutes.