27.01.2016 57 °F
The men headed to the golf course; Mary Fern and I explored Lagos. We started our exploration using a public bus. We had a bus schedule, we sorta figured out the closest stop (but arrived 10 mins early ... just to be sure. Our back up plan was to call a taxi...weren't sure what to do if the taxi people only spoke Portuguese; nevertheless we had a plan ... always like to have a plan!
The bus ride cost all of 1.20 and dropped us off at the square.
Beautiful, beautiful day ... sunny, bright blue sky & brilliant white buildings. We started at the golden church of St Anthony. It had an elaborate wood carved interior; no pictures allowed. I've never seen so many cherubs in my live .... just on one side of the wall I counted 100 and gave up. There were entire pillars of cherubs. Santa Maria church was next door; a much simpler, relaxing design - light filled rooms. Across the square was the site of the slave market - the 1st in Europe & on the other corner was the old Moorish walls and iconic fort.
It was a lovely day for walking, talking and shopping.
Ok ... this was a 1st ... never traveled with someone who actively seeks out someone to cut her hair when she's abroad. But why not, as Mary Fern said "what the heck; it will always grow out." We stopped & she did.
We decided to walk to the train station to catch the bus back to the villa. (that would be me)
As we were about to enter the villa; here came the golfers with many tales "of what might have been." Sounds like they had a great time.