We lastly drove south to Evora, a walled hill town about 100 km east of Lisbon. Here we reverted to hotel accommodation, at the simple and economical Moov Hotel. No more AirBnbs on this trip for us, although Kevin and Linda have another leg in Scotland and Ireland after we return to NZ. It's my birthday today, and what's more I'm now an old-age pensioner, or as we prefer to say these days a superannuant. I got my first over-65 discount here, although I can't remember what for (because I'm so old?).
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| The square in Evora, set up for a concert that evening. |
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| This little shop mysteriously sells just cans of sardines, each printed with the date of a year between 1942 and now. |
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| Those mysterious dated sardine cans... |
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| Window shopping in Evora. |
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| The sleek Hotel Moov. Modern, cheap, and comfortable! |
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| The macabre Capela dos Ossos (Chapel of Bones) is lined with human bones! |
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| Something a little less confronting. |
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| Portugal means cork, so you can buy just about anything made of cork. |
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| The portuguese rooster, the "Rooster of Barcelos". Wikipedia explains the significance... |
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| The roman temple of Evora, two thousand years old. |
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| We stayed up past our bedtimes to join the concert crowd in the town square. |
Evora was in the midst of a cultural or music festival, and in the evening there was a free concert in the square. We found ourselves listening to Munir Hossn, a Brazilian jazz musician and composer with an international reputation. He is obviously talented but his high speed avante-garde jazz was hard work for our old ears, and we made our exit after a few pieces.
From Evora we drove the final road leg of our epic european tour, to Lisbon.
