Hills and Cobblestones

Sardines are a big deal here. Big. HUGE. They're everywhere.

Dear reader,

So that pretty much sums up the city: hills and cobblestones. They have elevators, ELEVATORS, to get from one level of the city to the next. Crazy. (Good fun though...) The cobblestones would be fine but it means sitting in the stroller is very uncomfortable and the authorities have no pity whatsoever and laugh at me whenever I complain. And then they make me walk. Humph.

But other than that, Lisbon is a great city. Small-ish but full of good restaurants, great views and when the wind dies down, lovely weather.

Lisbon at our feet.
Great vibe at this viewpoint but of course that dog had to jump into the picture and take a crap. SERIOUSLY?!
That's the elevator Santa Justa. It takes you almost up to our house, very convenient.
See what I mean? Hills and cobblestones. And do not get me started on why those (non-working) trams are there in the middle of the street. Do your job tram!
More hills and cobblestones. And that yellow house has plants growing out of it. The houses next to it look like they're propping it up too. I think that house is getting old.
More sardines, in every color.
Tubs in heaven.
They're big on graffiti here.
There is a lot going on in this picture.
Also, lots and lots of tiles everywhere.
Someone tried to fix this but the tiles went in wrong. Or maybe they bought some at the flea market and just stuck those in.

Yesterday we took the train to a suburb called Belem where they make the best cream pies in all of Portugal. Don't shoot me but I think they all taste kinda the same. Maybe these were creamier? Whatever, we had pies. And saw a monastery.

They had lovely rocks in their yard.
Peekaboo!

We also went to the national carriage museum. They have enough carriages here to warrant a whole museum because Portugal used to have a king and queen and apparently they took carriages everywhere.

This on cobblestone must be almost as bad as my stroller.
Baby carriages. Literally. They were pulled by ponies or sheep. Haha, sheep! How fun would that be?!
A table in the middle for those long journeys when you don't know where to put your phone.
Wait until the 'glamping' movement gets a hold of this. They love themselves some foldable beds.

So yeah, Lisbon is a great place.

Coffee? Tea? Sardine?

Beijos,
SmallPaw (aka PataPequena)