Imposing statues, refined art, historic buildings, splendid vistas… all very commendable, but a bit much on a Friday, if you ask me. So I give you Lisbon’s colourful bottle banks instead. Some of them are a bit indecent. You’ve been warned.
Several of you (no need to mention names, we all know who you are!) have been bugging me about Portuguese men since my trip to Lisbon.
I’ve not been giving the “homens” nearly as much attention as The Cakes, but one can’t be too selfish with a raucous audience to please. So, I’ve rifled through my photos and picked out those featuring male specimens. Though I can’t vouch for their representativeness…
Surely, this is what every girl dreams about:
…but maybe dreamy boys are more your thing…?
Now here’s one who’s made an effort! Ready for your date??
Now that’s more like it!
Lisbon’s windows are full of character. I had to stop myself from taking thousands of window pictures. Here’s a small selection of them, each one very different:
Linked to Dawn’s “A Lingering Look At Windows” challenge.
Lisbon is a city that seems custom-built for travelwithintent’s weekly Look Up, Look Down challenge. And here’s proof:
During my week in Lisbon, I passed Rossio Station every day on my way from the hotel to the town centre. It’s a stunning building, particularly the entrance:
Sadly, there’s a Starbucks inside, you can make out the sign to the right if you look very closely. I’m not anti-Starbucks, per se, but, I mean, Portugal already has fabulous coffee and even more fabulous cakes. Does Starbucks really have anything to add…?!
People have been asking about this already, and, as promised, here it is: the Lisbon Cake Post.
I tried them a few times while I lived in London, and found them a bit insipid – quite cartony on the outside, and the flavour of the filling was just too eggy for me.
But now I’m a convert. The authentic article, fresh from the oven, is nothing short of orgasmic.
For my first taste of the real McCoy, I stepped inside the premises of the legendary Pastéis de Belém in the west of Lisbon:
The queue might look formidable, but that’s for the take-away counter. The bakery’s café is surprisingly spacious, harbouring a warren of dining rooms, and finding a table did not prove to be a problem.
There’s even an observation window!
It’s not all about custard tarts, of course. This is the traditional Portuguese Christmas cake:
As you can imagine, I scoffed all sorts of cakeage during my one week in Lisbon, including a gloriously fluffy creation called “bolo de deus” (cake of God), which came in the form of a bun. Now, if I were God and had to entrust my buns to anyone, it would definitely be the Portuguese!
[For Part I of what Lisbon is all about, click here.]
The smoke emanates from these little stalls selling deliciously succulent roast chestnuts. They are a common sight all over Europe at this time of the year, of course, but I’d never seen them being roasted in metal buckets before, from which the glistening brown morsels emerge all white, dusted with a fine covering of ash. Maybe this bucket-roasting technique is the reason why they are not in the least bit dry and so easy to peel.
…pygmy fire hydrants
…cute little kiosks
…citrus trees in the streets
...and, you’ll have been waiting for this… THE FAMOUS TRAM!