Lisbon

Arrived from Berlin to Lisbon on Saturday afternoon and treated ourselves to a taxi into town, seeing as we had saved €50 in Berlin using the local transport to get out to the SXF airport.

Arrived in warm sunshine, but it quickly got cold as the evening approached.

Had a smashing meal at a local restaurant. I scored best with the freshest fried bass fish with a great serving of beans and sweet boiled potatoes. I ordered a jug of Sangria, at only €8 and this went down far to fast and easy, but it was a bit too sweet. While we were eating a few old guys came in and had wines at the counter, and I noticed one had a topping of sprite in his, so this might explain the sweet sangria. 

We had a great little apartment in the Graca area, with a cute local market selling hand made local crafts, and the 28 tram went down the steep hills into town. 

We picked up a few supplies at the local supermarket, and I stood flummoxed at the small wine selection wondering just what to choose with most at €1.99 up to €5.99. I guess at that price if I picked a dud we could grab another bottle. On the way home we picked up some crossiants at one of the many bakeries in our street ready for tomorrow's brekky. 

The next morning we headed into town for a wander around. We passed great little restaurants, and at one they were busy arranging the seafood selection for the day on ice at the front of the store, and the octopus was still moving. There's not much fresher than that. 

We had a great morning shopping, and I was in seventh heaven with a crazy variety of funky nativity sets with heather working hard to tactlfully pull the reins and keep our day within budget. The shopping was awesome, the food fantastic, the prices great, the architecture old and and interesting, the graffiti amazing, and the coffee good AND cheap, always a bonus with us, especially when it comes with a wondrous selection of sweet pastry treats. We love portugals custard tarts. 

These trams clang and rattle and it's hard work if you don't get a seat and have to stand as it twists a jolts around steep hills, tight corners and narrow street. But they're great!

Gorgeous tiles over many of the old buildings

Bacalhau- the dried salted cod the Portugese love