On my third day we decided to venture our of Lisbon again and went a bit southeast to the small town of Evora. This town was small and beautiful and boasted only two tourist sites, a cathedral and a church made out of bones. Yes, bones. I was excited to see this because I couldn’t fathom a church made of bones and I must say it was much more eerie that I could ever have imagined.
But first things first, the food! JoM made a reservations for us at a small, well-know local restaurant called Tasquinha do Olivera. When I saw small, I really mean it. This tiny hideaway housed five tables, cramped together in front of an oversized bar. You have to make a reservations, or you may be out of luck if you try to dine here. It’s kind of a funny business process where they bring out all kinds of things for you to try without you ordering and you have to refuse them if you don’t want to pay. We has cod fritters, chicken with blood rice and an amazing soufflé and of course we can’t forget the meringue dessert. It was every bit as delectable as I had come to expect from Lisbon. Mmmm…it’s almost lunch time and I’m thinking about those fritters!
Once we were fed and watered LS and I headed inside the cathedral. It was beautiful, although small. We were giving free reign to climb onto the precarious roof and explore everything. After going up one staircase we decided to choose a different set to go down, but that was a bad decision as it was closed off. It made us quite curious what else was there.
After the cathedral it was time to move the car, so we quickly headed to the bone church to see what this was all about. And gah!! It was super scary. All of those human remains were literally on the walls. Not just tile made out of bones or something like that. Can you imagine coming here to pray?
In this jam-packed day we also made our way to the large Cristo-Rei overlooking the whole city and modeled after the one in Rio. It was amazing to see. And what was more amazing was the little old man waiting in front of the structure waiting for tourists who needed pictures taken to use the opportunity to cop-a-field with the ladies. We grab all of our asses while “helping” us up to a bench to take another shot that he recommended. Hands off grandpa!
From up here we could see another copy, this time of the Golden Gate Bridge, the Vasco-da-Gama Bridge.
Upon driving back to Lisbon we decided to check out another beach closer to home. Unfortunately the weather back in Lisbon was getting much cooler and it was in no way a beach day. So after 15 minutes of pretending it was warm enough to be in bikinis we decided to try a local beer at the chringuito (or whatever it’s called in Portuguese) and then head back home to get ready for dinner. I was able to get a great moving picture of the Aqueduto das Águas Livres (aqueducts) on our journey back.
TS was craving sushi for dinner, so after checking with JoM’s chef friend we headed to Umai. A nice asian fusion, Japanese joint. Our meal consisted of paratha rolls with duck leg, sushi and sashimi, chicken teriyaki skewers, salmon tar tar (specially made per our request). It was delicious. Especially the paratha and duck. An unexpected Indian fusion delight!
Just a few blocks away we were able to experience something truly amazing. A portuguese specialty in entertainment: Fado. The explanation of what Fado is was a little hazy. The word literally means destiny or fate. It is a melancholy tune, with a lot of emotion and longing built-in. To see the performers were awe-inspiring. I was glad I got to experience it. Check out a short clip on here. It was a bit dark in the bar, so hopefully you can see with the enhancements what it was like to be there live.