Thursday, February 10th

Sleep was easy and sound last night.  Breakfast wasn’t as abundant as it has been at other hotels but was made better with the addition of freshly squeezed orange juice.  After a quick breakfast, we headed back into Evora…..thanks to last night’s walkabout, we now had a better idea of how the town’s laid out.  

Evora is a protected World Heritage Site that was once a Roman settlement.  We started our walk (once again) in the Praça do Giraldo.  The fountain in this plaza originally was a water source for the town….being fed by an aqueduct running from the nearby hills.

Walking through town, remnants of the 16th century aqueduct were visible.

During renovations to the Town Hall, a Roman bath was unearthed …..it’s now the site of on-going excavations.

A church and convent were built into an old Roman tower…..the grilled windows let the sisters watch the comings and goings of the town. below.

The Porta de Dona Isabel…..one of the main portals into the old walled city.

A 2nd century Roman Temple…..still used for concerts and other events.

The Cathedral of Santa Maria de Evora, built on the site of a mosque, at the highest point of the town…..

with it’s rugged, steep, banister-free stairs leading up to an exquisitely carved entrance.

Inside is an unusual statue, a pregnant Mary…..the early priests hoped to convert the pagen Celts with this focus on fertility  

While looking up at the painted ceiling, Craig’s glasses, perched atop his head, fell off and landed on the cold, hard, stone floor…..we picked up the pieces and continued our tour of the city.   

Walking back down to the Praça de Giraldo, we passed a large eyewear shop.  We stepped inside, waited our turn, then showed a young optician the parts of Craig’s glasses while explaining, “We have a problem.”  The young man looked at the pieces before him, smiled and said, “We have a solution.”  He took the parts to a backroom and a short while later returned with the mended spectacles……repaired at no cost.  I’m starting to think that Craig doesn’t feel he’s truly seen a country until he finds out if his glasses can be fixed.  

Walking down through the town, we spied the magnificent facade of the 15th century Igreja de Nossa Senhora de Graça (Church of Our Lady of Grace)

Around the corner was the Igreja de São Francisco (Church of St Francis) with it’s Dairy Queen spires and Capela dos Ossos (Chapel of Bones)…..not for us so we moved on to…..

The Jardim Publico (Public Garden)……an oasis created in the 1800’s.

Then out the gates and along the old wall with it’s intricate watch towers…..

to pack up and head out toward the southern coast.

To paraphrase Willie Nelson……    

On the road again                                                                                                                           Just can’t wait to get on the road again                                                                                    Goin’ places that I’ve never been                                                                                             Seein’ things that I may never see again                                                                                      And I can’t wait to get on the road again

                                                                                                                                                               

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About Languedoc Lady

I'm a newly retired woman from California getting ready to spend a year (or more) with my husband living the good life in Languedoc in the southwest of France.
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