We were trying to decide how to spend our last day, so after a nice Portuguese lunch we went for a tour along the Tagus River. It would have been nice to spend more time in each location, but we definitely got a feel for some for the different areas of Portugal. Definitely not looking forward to mid 90’s and 90% humidity after being here… These are some government buildings near the dock where we left on the tour, just next to the main square of the city.

Of course, this is the Castle of St. George.

This is the April 25th Bridge. It was named so because that’s when Portugal staged a coup to overthrow their dictator in 1974! I didn’t know that until Margaret educated me. So, Maggie overthrew the bonds of her Mother’s womb on the 21st, then Portugal was inspired and overthrew theirs just four days later.

It also looks like the Golden Gate in San Francisco. It was designed by the same engineer, if I am remembering correctly. Blame Maggie if I’m not. Here is a statue of Charles Manson. I don’t know why they put that there.

The bus did not stop there to let people jump off. It is merely an illusion created by my superior camera and camera-ing skills.

The Wizard invested in Petroleum Futures, apparently.

Charlie don’t surf. He just stands over Lisbon and Rio.

This is what Charlie looked like after we ate some of the mushrooms they gave us to put on our salad.

Charles wanted us to stay and join the family, but we thought otherwise.

We wanted to hear some Fado music but we didn’t want to commit to a full dinner, etc. So we just decided to go have a drink and a snack instead as we relaxed on our last evening of this lovely adventure. Much to our surprise, the spot we chose had a performance outside for a few songs.

So, we had to go in after they relocated, and it was a perfect way to cap off a wonderful trip. Just in case you weren’t sure which bathroom to use…

Look up some Fado performances on the internet. It was truly amazing. The room below quickly filled up and there were about 20 people standing outside in the street just to hear. We were sitting right next to the performers! We really lucked out! There was one song where a bunch of older, Portuguese gentlemen joined in and everyone in the room was in tears. Fantastico! Adeus, Portugal!