We took the train to Cascais on our last full day in Lisbon. We thought it would be good to leave the city and see something more of Portugal, but we also wanted to see Paula Rego's house.
Cascais is one of the richest towns in the Iberian Peninsula. It's where Lisbon's upper classes live, many of them in palatial mansions dating back to the late 1800s and early 1900s. It's the Portuguese Riviera. A former fishing village, it became a cosmopolitan resort when the Portuguese king made it his summer retreat in the late 1800s. The town has one of the most expensive real estate markets and one of the highest costs of living in the country.
Almost immediately, we could see the beach
a combination of sand and rocks.
It was May, 31oC so people had taken advantage of the good weather and were swimming or sunbathing.
First, we wanted to explore the town however, so started walking on the undulating mosaics of the streets
This is the main shopping street
and this brought back memories of Amsterdam
There is something about rounded houses...
The design of the mosaic changed halfway through the street
It almost makes you dizzy looking at it - isn't it wonderful?
We reached the road by the sea
Praia da Ribeira, the beach that is located in the centre of the town, was on our right. This is traditionally a fishermen's beach as it has a dock for boats where the catch is unloaded and sold at the fish market. Swimmers and ball players use this beach as well, though.
We took this long avenue full of palms and beautifully arranged flowerbeds
admired the buildings
good views of the beach from here - you can see the fishermen's boats
We turned right, the Palacio da Cidadela de Cascais on our left
into the tree-lined Avenida da Republica
we had arrived at the Casa das Historias Paula Rego. Amazing, or what?
We spent a long time in the house, looking at the exhibits, then decided to explore the nearby park, Parque Marechal Carmona
The round pond
that was full of turtles
We crossed the bridge
and then we noticed the chickens
They were everywhere - what happens to them at night? Do they have somewhere to go?
They were even walking around in the cafe where we stopped for a drink
This cat was on a lead - we thought this was odd until we remembered the notice we had seen at the entrance of the park requesting that all pets be kept on a lead, because of the chickens we presumed
After our rest we walked on
lots of flowers
games for people to play
and of course, peacocks - we could hear their haunting cries throughout the park
We came upon this round stone hut
isn't it perfect?
walked up to the roof
which is as round as the hut itself
good views from here, including the roof of Paula Rego's house
we could see a group of sculptures
so we left the roof of the hut and went to investigate. It's called Familia Num Momento de Lazer by Escultor Melicio
We walked on, past this group having a picnic
I wanted to further explore the park but Ken wanted to go to the sea so we turned right
and soon enough we came to a bridge and this gorgeous building
a small chapel
and the Counts of Castro Guimaraes Museum
a fountain with intricate tile work
a small garden in front of the museum
We walked inside, admired the courtyard
but the sea was calling, so we left the museum
and we were out in the open, by the sea front, the walls of the Palacio da Cicadela de Cascais on the left
past the lighthouse, one of Cascais' landmarks
we entered the marina
which is highly commercialised
past the walls of the Palacio da Cicadella de Cascais
up the steps
the whole of the bay at our feet
They do arches so well the Portuguese
We walked along this avenue which runs between the sea front and the ancient walls of the Palacio da Cicadella
fishing boats
and beach huts on our right
and finally arrived where we had started from.
Funny, did we did not notice this statue earlier
We left and sea front and went to explore other parts of the town
We opted for the narrow streets
The sea was never far though
After a while we turned around, and headed for the train station. It had been a good day.
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