June 17, 2018
The heat and noise inside Time Out market made us more tired that’s why we left the area and walked about 15 minutes to look for a restaurant around Rua Augusta.
We passed by many bars and cafes where people were congregating and enjoying the football game.
World Cup is huge in Europe. It’s time to drink while watching. When your team wins, it’s time to drink and celebrate. When your team loses, it’s time to drink and be miserable together with every one else.
We crossed R. Nova do Carvalho what was once considered the red light district in Lisbon. It’s more popularly called as the Pink Street or Cais do Sodre.
Bacchanal means an occasion of wild and drunken revelry.
We walked past our hotel Corpo Santo.
We passed by a group of professional photographers taking photos of this group of dolled up women.
After a few minutes we reached the tourists pedestrian cobbled street Rua Augusta.
Edmund walks fast and his long legs double his speed.
Since it was already 9 or past 9, most of the restaurants along Rua Augusta were either closed or about to close. When we reached the Elevador, we stopped walking and decided to eat at the restaurant across the elevador.
Edmund’s order. Masarap? No taste daw, laman tyan lang.
Chicken paella. Masarap? Hmmmm, Naku teka… pwede na, okay lang, hmmm so so.
Edmund walked ahead of us while the 4 of us (Yen, me, Bong and Len) took our time navigating the hilly cobbled alleyways.
