A PALACE FOR ALL REASONS

Sintra; I’d done the research and it all came up with positives so we got directions from our host in Lisbon and headed off, Entre Campo our initial destination.  This is one of the stations en route to Sintra and was the beginning of a journey that really opened our eyes.  At least here they had a ticketing system and we boarded our train and set off through the suburbs of Lisbon.

Oh, what a reality check that turned out to be.  For mile after mile it was so reminiscent of the housing blocks in Eastern Europe decades ago.  Tall high rise apartments with intermittent items of clothing strung out on makeshift lines and why all the paint used in endless graffiti couldn’t be better utilized making the housing look better I don’t know.  Lorraine remarked that “graffiti reflects the wellness of society”.

There were unpleasant odours to be had in many areas, the train being one of them.  Some cheap chemical had been used to partly, but not entirely, remove the offensive aroma.  Flaky or non-existent paint seemed the norm in some suburbs and all this was such a contrast to a man on the train with a small stylish personal mirror who spent the entire time of his journey picking hairs out of his face one by one with a pair of tweezers.

We hoped for better when we finally arrived at Sintra and joined a queue for the bus.  At least here we could buy tickets for the bus before we boarded…….or so we thought.  No, what we had actually bought were two tickets to the attractions, which didn’t include the bus fares.  We had to buy them off the driver and, of course, you couldn’t buy them until the bus arrived.

PERHAPS WE’D HAVE BEEN BETTER CATCHING A HORSE AND CART?

We didn’t know it at the time but the buses are scheduled to run every 20 minutes.  When we were waiting two arrived simultaneously.  Later on while eating we noticed that three arrived with 30 seconds of each other and then a gap of nearly an hour before another turned up by which time more than a busload had accrued at each stop.

THE JOYS OF ALLEY SHOPPING IN SINTRA

We bail out at the village centre and go for a walk up the steep streets lined with shops clearly geared to the tourist market and nothing else.  The cobbles and narrowness are accented dramatically when a car tries to drive along one, scattering people every which way.  Some cars end up having to stop right where they are and later reverse out, something fraught with difficulties we Aussie drivers could only have nightmares about.

THE REALITIES OF SHOPPING IN SINTRA

Our first viewing was at the National Palace with its Gaudi-esque sculptures attached to the outside walls.  However, if there is one piece of architecture in this building you can’t avoid seeing it’s the massive chimneys at one end and we’re curious to know just where they are in the structure of things.  Meanwhile, despite pre-paying for our tickets, we still have to queue but it’s not that long and soon we’re in an edifice that was used extensively by the nobility between the 15th and 19th centuries.

CAN’T THINK WHY THEY CALL IT THE HALL OF SWANS

As you enter the hall of the swans, so named because on the ceiling are more than 20 paintings of swans set inside ornate octagonal painted frames, you’re aware that it’s something special.  It’s an impressive opening to what started out as a Moorish palace in the 11th century and was adapted to Portuguese tastes after they conquered the Moors.  It still retains much of the original design, particularly notable in the garden layout, surmounted arches and glazed tiles.  The paintings, tapestries and ornate writing desks with multi rows of drawers so obviously belong to later periods.

The other notable thing is the crowd; they compare to my recent visits to the British Museum and National Gallery as we constantly try to move between tour groups from the buses, but there are many of them.  It’s a multi-level dwelling and it’s hard to work out what rooms are what but the one place that leaves no doubt is the kitchen with its massive chimneys.  We’ve never seen anything quite like them and the spacious area around the preparation tables makes it obvious that many people worked here and numerous were the dishes that left these walls.

THE EXTRAORDINARY CHIMNEYS

We’re getting hungry ourselves and repair to the Café Paris across the road.  Here we want to sit outside and watch the world go by but it’s fairly crowded so we somewhat reluctantly head indoors and see what an error everyone has made by not going indoors.  Here the décor is very tasteful, white tablecloths, chandeliers, ¾ length mirrors and painted cornices all add to a special aura while we sit right beside a window with full view over the street but without the noise.

HARD NOT TO LIKE DINING AT CAFE DE PARIS

It’s so touristy outside it’s almost nauseous and I’m taken by the assorted motorized vehicles that people have salvaged in order to attract tourists to ride in them.  There’s a Citroen 2CV with a sun roof and Rossi’s racing number (46) and name emblazoned on the door; an ancient Renault ute; an UMM 4WD (something I didn’t know existed) floats by, it’s a discontinued line of Portuguese vehicles and there’s a dune buggy, a ubiquitous Tuk-tuk and who knows what else; all calculated to successfully suck in the tourist wanting that little bit more from their experience.

We go out to catch our hop-on, hop-off bus and wait for ages before one arrives and we finally climb the slopes to Pena Palace, which means “feather place”.  The variety of architectural styles should offend the eye but somehow it all works, as do the seemingly garish combination of colours, from Tuscany red and yellow to sombre blue to grey and lemon beige, it all blends in somehow and leads you into a magical mystery tour of one of the world’s great castles, albeit built upon an older chapel site created from where King Manuel I purportedly saw Vasco da Gama’s fleet returning up the Tagus River.

THE VARIANCE IN STYLES IS UNMATCHED IN ANY OTHER PALACE

It is to Ferdinand II, consort to Maria II and later king when their first son was born, that we owe this building, as much as German architect Baron Wilhelm Ludwig von Eschwege.  It was started in 1840 but wasn’t finished until 1885, the year the artistic Ferdinand died.  Just four years later it was purchased by the State, fell into disrepair after the 1910 revolution but has since been fully restored to the wonder it once was.

HARD TO TELL THE FRONT FROM THE BACK

Gothic, Manueline, Renaissance and a lot of Mudejar style can all be noted in this unforgettable building that climbs over exposed rocks and has panoramic views from all the battlements and castellated walkways that jut out in every direction.

Inside is just as convoluted with a variety of styling.  I’m taken by the 16th C alabaster and black limestone French altar that is left over from the monastic period, unlike any of the genre that I’ve seen before and there’s a Julius Caesar room with a 16th C Flemish tapestry of the Roman ruler himself that hangs from floor to ceiling.

SOME OF THE PIECES ARE EXTRAORDINARY

However, there’s a lot more to see within, so why don’t you drop in and have a look.

Published by takingyoutoplacesyouveneverbeen

I'm retired, in my 8th decade and I love writing and photography which fits in well with my other love, travel. Having a curious nature has led me to delve into places that boatloads and tour buses don't go to and, even in heavily touristed places, I've been amazed at what's on offer but overlooked by the majority. Hence my title, taking you to places you're never been. I also have a wicked sense of humour. Hope you find some joy in my pages.

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