Sun 8 Nov - Lisbon R&R Day 2
Sunday in a foreign city in a foreign land tend to be a visit to the park day if the weather is fair or visit to the museum day if it is not. Today's weather was very fine indeed so parks it shall be.
Before exploring parks, I was keen to check out Lisbon's aqueduct called Aquedoto das Águas livres. I had seen the aqueduct from the train and it looked impressive from there.
The aqueduct is not very far from Parque Eduardo VII, my local park just north of Marques de Pombal, which is a big roundabout and also my local metro station. I had not yet been inside the park.
First, I walked past Estabelecimento Prisional de Lisboa, Lisbon Prison. There was a queue of people waiting outside, more opposite the prison in the shade, many of them black. I assume given that today is Sunday, we are talking prison visiting hours.
I had to criss cross some hilly streets to get to the aqueduct. No surprises there. An old aqueduct points to an old neighborhood. Good photo opportunities along the way.
The aqueduct Aquedoto das Águas livres itself was bit of a disappointment. It looked deserted, unused and you couldn't see very much of it at all. From underneath...
Parque Eduardo VII is Jardim Amália Rodrigues and this lovely setup. A cafe is there opposite. I will be back.
The other way where either the water came from or arrived to.
Now it was all closed up and not used for anything at all from what I can tell.
Parque Eduardo VII and I was passing a cafe. I thought that it was time for a mid morning break.
Parque Eduardo VII. We are looking south through Marques de Pombal towards centre of town and Rio Tagus.
Jardim Amália Rodrigues having completed walking a loop. It was time for... You guessed it. Coffee and nata. Americano this time.
Perfect setting again and I sat there relaxing for a while. Again. Sounds like as much sitting as walking today but it wasn't really so.
A bit later and a bit more wandering around, it was time for lunch. I stumbled onto an American style diner. Why not? I have had fish and seafood almost every day since I arrived in Portugal.
While the burger and chips were perhaps not disasters, they were certainly not very good. I quickly ate up and left the Great American Disaster. It just didn't seem right to hang around in a place with that kind of name.
And would you believe it... I got so lazy and comfortable that I didn't go back out again. Another relaxing evening in the hotel room. Why not?