On the site of the old chapel in Belem is Torre de Belem.
There was also a monument to a plane, with the plane an exact replica. On the side was a cross that is not the iron cross of WWI, but predates that. Portugal fought in the first was against Germany, but was neutral in WWII, probably because the leaders were Fascist and so could expect some respect from Hitler.
I loved being by the water and sometimes as the guide talked, I just wandered about looking at the sailboat harbor or just watching the water go by. On the sides of the little harbor were stone steps built into the walls that would allow a person in years past to descend to the water level and board a boat. Now all the boats are accessed by a modern ramp, but these stone steps sure looked easy for access.
Here is an interesting video of this area by another tourist
We visited the monastery which is now a cathedral. Our guide said that because 85 percent of Lisbon are still practicing Catholics, the church is still functioning here. Other sources questions that mathematics.
Some of the superstitious people thought he had been seduced by the devil and that these were very evil. I guess it did not make their worship times easy.
Across the water is a huge monument to Christ that is very similar to some I've seen in Latin America and that one just outside of Madrid.
I had not thought about the bridge here as being like the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco, but it is almost a twin. It is a two decked bridge with the top deck carrying cars and the bottom deck carrying trains and such.
There are so many lions in Portugal. They seem to have been taken as symbols by many ruling classes. This one caught my interest.
Elizabeth's fine camera technique caught the shadows here. Great shot!
We visited the upper choir above the chapel last:
Residents have access the these laundry facilities where they wash their clothes.
Basically, we were lost. We decided to ask directions to the Fado Museum, knowing that would get us close to an area with Fado.
We found average folks on the street who could and would give us directions. Some students from Oporto on holiday had perfect English. A rough fellow who I took for a working class man had enough to help us with directions. I think it is easier than France and certainly easier than Italy.
It felt to me so much like when I was in Spain years ago and would be walking narrow streets at night and perhaps a bit lost. We have heard there are pick pockets everywhere, but they can't pick much from ours because we carry so little.
While riding one of the buses popular with tourists one of our fellow boat travelers did find the hand of a fellow in his pocket. He pulled it out and gave the guy a slight punch in the shoulder, just to say, "Cut that out!" It worked for him.
Finally, after quite a while of wandering, Elizabeth picked a Fado place right near the Fado museum, and we had a really wonderful time there. The food was priced decently and we did not spend too much. But it was not cheap. We ate some roast chicken and I asked for piri piri for the French Fries. We had some very good cheese. And the wine was fine as well.
Most everyone we have met here in Portugal likes Obama.
PHOTO OF GINJA EN COPA DE CHOCOLATE
I tried to tell the woman serving the liquor it was our first, and she got it and asked, “Primera vez” which made me wonder why I had not used my Spanish first. Here my Spanish works easily, unlike Italy where it did not work at all. I cannot hear the Portuguese, the Fado songs were totally beyond me, but I can read some sense into much of the printed stuff with some comprehension. It is a relief to be able to easily communicate.
The Fado was in our face Fado. An old woman sang with such gusto and sang right to customers. A tall young man had a fine voice. A middle aged woman sang and was very talkative to the couple from Holland who ended buying her CD.
It was really an amazing experience, the music so intense and so moving although we did not understand the reason for the pain in the songs.
I like the sounds I have heard from this Portuguese guitar. There were times when the classical guitar was a bit too loud for it, but many times the Classical just played some basic background and the guy playing the Portuguese guitar went off on rifts that were great fun.
PHOTO OF PORTUGUESE GUITAR