I went to the City Museum at Lisbon. It has a priceless collection of paintings and other artefacts. The first sight that greeted me was a paleolithic (Old Stone Age) human thigh bone. *gulp* But all the interesting exhibits have only Portuguese explanations! No English, or any other language. How then, may I ask, can any tourist understand the wonderful history embodied in the artefacts? Nope, I didn't linger in the place. There is only so long I can stare at objects when I didn't know what they mean. So like a Philistine, I went to play with the peacocks in the courtyard instead :P
One of the pictures I took before a fierce looking lady wagged her hand at me and made me understand that photography was not allowed.
What is it like to live in a place where history is a part of everyday life? This magnificent building is the...train station.
I walked into this really atmospheric restaurant, full of picturesque decorations, like these legs of smoked meat. This is just too carnivorous for words.
A surprisingly affordable meal - grilled seabass. When the seafood is as fresh as this, it only needs a crumble of coarse salt and some lemon to taste fantastic.