After reluctantly leaving the beach, we wended our way north, over the Golden Gate Bridge replica and into Lisbon. It was back to the campground regimen (almost forgotten since Italy) but, joy of joys, these were fit for a queen! Cable TV plus our own bathroom in the cabin. Hark at us and our luxurious ways! (the us being myself and three girls - the usual Three's Company/Charlie's Angels riffs were well and truly exhausted by the end of our stay). The first day, I spend mooching about (still in lazy beach mode) but the second saw us venture into Lisbon proper. My what friendly drug-dealers they have! Very polite and they do take no for an answer. Ahem. The city itself seems to be entirely decked out in various shades of reds and yellows - quite pretty it was. After the obligatory square-walking and church-entering, we took a cable car up the hill to the old castle ... wonderful views across the city and the river. And to top the evening off, the odd glass of beer while watching Mrs Queen smile politely as her house went up in sparks. Hip-hip ... replacement!
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