I woke up so so early; it is an hour earlier here than in Italy.  So I watched the full moon setting out our window on Chiado Square.

Not really in the mood for any major hiking, we went to see a stretch of road known for street art, about 10 minutes from here, called GAU—Galleria di Arte Urbane. I got these photos:

From there we continued up hill, away from home into what will be and maybe once was, a very nice urban park with great views over Lisbon.  Right now it is under construction.

As we continued walking we saw a very local looking coffee and pastry place so we stopped in for some espresso and pasteis di nata, the amazingly delicious, Portuguese, egg custard tarts.  The woman spoke to us in Portuguese and Ken said I was speaking Italian to her.  Some how we got what we wanted. It began raining so we sat in there for a while admiring the tiles and the general loveliness of the interior in the midst of this somewhat gritty neighborhood. 

We came back down to our neighborhood to pay a visit to the Nespresso store.  We tasted some coffees and bought some capsules for our home machine. On our way home, we noticed this poet just outside our door:

We walked home from there for a bit of rest before heading out to the Time Out Market, food hall, for lunch.  We walked around and finally decided what to eat.  Ken had caldo verde, soup.  I had some shrimp in a garlic wine sauce with bread, a plate of broccoli and carrots which had minced raw garlic on it (not my favorite thing), and a glass of Vinho Verde.  After eating I walked around some more, got some lovely chocolate and found Ken eating another pasteis.  Well, I had to have one too.  These were warm and just so much better than earlier.  Yuuuuummm—-the warm custard and the crunchy buttery crust.  What’s not to love?  Here is the place where we got them:

After lunch we headed back up the hill towards our apartment; did a bit of shopping on the way.  When we got back in we did the packing.  Everything seems to be fitting, without having to expand our suitcases; it’s a minor miracle.

I took a good nap and we just hung out for a while doing lots of people watching out the windows. 

Before dinner, we took a short rainy walk before settling on Afuri Japanese restaurant just down the street.  Ken had delicious, soul-warming ramen.  I had 2 interesting grilled vegetables.  Little gems, small head of lettuce, ggrilled with a miso and sesame sauce, decorated with white flower petals, and a grilled butternut squash with a yam sauce and pickled onions and hazelnuts on top.  We shared a fabulous pork bun and tried a flight of 3 sakes.  

The rain and wind were kicking up so we came right home after dinner.  

Homeland and to bed, our usual.  

Obrigado to all of you who have come along with me. I still have a few more posts. I know you will want to see Mavis and Juniper and I have some photos that never made it on here I would like to share. But, thanks for keeping me going on this blogging game.

Tomorrow will be a super long day but the grand girls are the light at the end of this tunnel.