Lisbon

 Final stop. It's very strange to think that the next place we go will be home.

The view from our last home-away-from-home. The face across the way has been blurred on purpose:

Our suite in Lisbon backed up on Castelo de Sao Jorge. We went in right when they opened one morning and got to see the castle without a crowd in the way. It was nice. 

John never passes up an opportunity to taunt the English Kiniggets.

A photo op that would not have been possible later in the day. Only one other tourist in the frame!

No vessel could pass these guns without being seriously assailed!

The other 2 big attractions of the day - Torre de Belem and Jerónimos Monastery not so much. We couldn't even get in to Torre de Belem with our tourist card so we walked around outside. Jerónimos Monastery was packed and the line to get in, with reservations, was long.

The namesake

Also in Belem - the Discovery monument, cropped to cut out the horde of tourists

From our wanderings:

This flower is watching you!

These fowl couldn't probably care less.

Lisbon was good for street art.

After the cruise ships and tour busses had collected their customers for the night, the streets were more peaceful.

There's always a hill involved.

Ever wonder where Albuquerque came from? We found him in Lisbon, covered in pigeon poop.

Of course, no city is complete until Eleni touches a tree

and we visit a brewery. This is the oldest in Lisbon. It is pretty old, just like John. Somehow Eleni took a picture that doesn't show any of the mosaics with naked breasts! Every mosaic except the one in this picture showed a topless woman. The beer was very good.