A day in Belém

I spent a day in Belém because one thing led to another: the Monastery of Jerónimos was high on my list of places to visit in Lisbon, then I saw that the Tower of Belém was part of the same UNESCO World Heritage site, then I noticed that the  Museu da Marinha was in the same area and I like maritime museums.

Thanks to clear directions and a map from the hotel receptionist, I found my way to the stop for the bus to Belém. Once at the monastery, I bought my ticket for the monastery and tower and thanks to a suggestion from a TripAdvisor reviewer, headed for the tower first. Despite arthritic knees, I like climbing towers and the view from up high. Standing in line to enter the tower, water was splashing over the walkway, which explained why there was a space in the line! That reminded me that Nuno had told me the day before that the Tagus River is saltwater and tidal at this point.

The tower was built around 1514 as part of the defense system of the port of Lisbon.  Starting in 1589, it was successively used as a prison, a customs post, a telegraph station, and a lighthouse. A curious feature is a corbel in the shape of a rhinoceros head. This carving was inspired by the arrival in Lisbon of a rhinoceros from India in 1513. It was given by King Manuel I to Pope Leo X the next year, but sadly, the rhinoceros drowned when the ship carrying it sank.

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After lunch, I headed to the Museu da Marinha. Walking through an area that was a mix of residential, commercial, and apparently abandoned buildings, I passed an alleyway. Ten seconds later, I decided to backtrack and take a picture and lucked out – a horse and carriage passed just then and were framed by the opening!

The Museu da Marinha was a mixed bag. The first section included exhibits and signage that were interesting and informative, without being overwhelming. For example, the sign board for a selection of maps pointed out that cartography provided practical information for navigation and that charts and maps were also illustrated with the new types of plants and animals and the different people being encountered by Europeans. Another exhibit of model ships explained that these were used for training purposes and listed the details of the actions illustrated by the model (most of which I didn’t understand, but I appreciated the concept). A couple of highlights for me were noticing that the frame of a painting of Henry the Navigator was made to resemble rope and learning a new phrase – armillary sphere.

The next part of the museum was filled with displays centered on the navy, merchant marine, and fishing. These were mostly models and I wished for more context and easier-to-read signage. A section I liked contained two rooms preserved from the royal yacht Amelia; I could definitely see myself being quite comfortable in one of these rooms! In an area across a courtyard was a huge space filled with royal barges and traditional fishing boats. The prows of both barges and boats were decorated, albeit in quite different styles.

I wrapped up my day by visiting the monastery. I can only describe the Manueline style as exuberantly magnificent. My neck hurt from looking up, trying to note every detail of the columns and ceilings. I understood why people were taking pictures – so was I – but I cannot think it proper to take selfies in front of an altar. As with my walking tour the day before, I was introduced to a person of whom I had never heard – Alexandre Herculano – via an exhibition on his life and contributions. Another exhibition consisted of a timeline of 500 years of the monastery, Portugal, and the world. I chuckled internally when I saw a notation about the synthesis of aspirin, since I’d stopped at a pharmacy the evening before to buy some, anticipating sore muscles after walking so much.

In a triumph of figuring out something, I found the stop for the bus back to my hotel. And thank goodness, another pastry crossed my path that evening!

Images © Melissa Corcoran.

A walk around Lisbon

Visiting Lisbon, I did something different – I booked a guided walking tour of the city for my first morning there. It turned out to be a good move, not only because I got an overview of the city, but because my guide was so knowledgeable and entertaining.

The tour filled my head with new names, history, and tidbits of information, including:

Fernando Pessoa

Luís de Camões, considered the greatest poet of the Portuguese language. His most famous work is the epic Os Lusíadas.

Fernando Pessoa, a 20th century writer whose statue is in front of Cafe A Brasilia. Having seen the statue, I noticed stylized representations of him numerous places.

The devastating 1755 earthquake, which killed tens of thousands of people and destroyed most of the city. Under the leadership of the Marquis of Pombal, the rebuilding of the city was planned and executed; it included the world’s first buildings designed to withstand earthquakes. Interestingly, part of the plan was that churches would not face main squares – they were either at least one block off a main square or the front doors did not face the square – in order to de-emphasize their place in the city and culture.

The Carnation Revolution of April 25, 1974, which overthrew the dictatorship in power and was the beginning of the end of Portuguese colonialism.

How to avoid the fee for the Santa Justa Elevador and still enjoy the great view!

The tiled buildings are picturesque, but when the entire building is covered in tiles, there’s no way for moisture to pass through, to the detriment of the walls’ stability. In places, tiles are falling from the buildings and ‘nets’ are in place to catch the tiles and protect pedestrians.

The story behind the city coat of arms, which I loved and took pictures of in all kinds of places. In the coat of arms, the ship is carrying the bones of the city’s patron saint, St. Vincent, escorted by the crows, who prevented animals and birds from scavenging the saint’s body.

The fish for the iconic bacalhau – dried, salted cod – does not come from the waters around Portugal; cod is a cold water fish. I should have realized this after all my years in New England.

St. Anthony of Padua, as he is known in the Christian world, was born in Lisbon. Igreja de Santo António is a church built on the site where, according to tradition, he was born. The inside of the cupola is lovely.

Igreja de Santo António

By the end of the tour, my head was swirling and I was reminded once again of how much there is to read and learn about, which is reassuring because I’d hate to be bored.

After lunch, I visited the Museu do Fado. The audio guide was helpful in explaining the origins and development of fado and included song excerpts. I put on my list for next time going to a place where I could hear the music live.

After walking nine miles and up and down hills, my after-dinner pastry was completely justified!

My thanks to Nuno of Lisbon Spirit for the wonderful Introduction to Lisbon tour.

Images © Melissa Corcoran.

Serendipity

Sometimes, I go out and about with a specific sightseeing and/or photography goal in mind. Other times, things just happen!

The other day, I took afternoon tea at the St. Regis. While I was making inroads on the delicious sandwiches, scones, and pastries, I opened the book that is one of my ‘bibles’ for Florence, An Art Lover’s Guide to Florence by Judith Testa. This book has been wonderful on a couple of scores: informing me about what I’m seeing and focusing on the highlights, which keeps me from being completely overwhelmed by the art in this city. Testa provides historical background (I may actually be able to eventually keep the Medicis straight, thanks to her) and political, sexual, and religious perspectives on the artwork.

One of the chapters is devoted to the Sassetti Chapel in Santa Trinita. I’d passed this church many times and it was always closed, but when I wandered past there on my way to where I catch the bus home, it was open. I threw myself inside and hurried to the chapel. What makes the chapel noteworthy are the paintings of Domenico Ghirlandaio, including six paintings from the life of St. Francis. This not being an exposition on art, I won’t go into details; suffice it to say that it was fascinating to read Testa’s explanation of the paintings and sculptures in the chapel and look for the details she points out, including the visual pun of centaurs flinging small stones (sassetti) in the relief sculptures on the tombs of Francesco Sassetti and his wife Nera Corsi.

The chapel was dimly lit, but on the wall was one of the meters into which one feeds coins to turn on the lights. I don’t know if the other visitors didn’t notice it, but when I finished reading and was ready to look at the paintings on the walls, I fed money into the meter, the lights came on, and several people gasped! It was great.

Walking down the center aisle, I noticed stairs into the crypt. It was quite dark with minimal light coming through a grate in the ceiling, so I pulled out my phone flashlight to look around as I had run out of coins for the light meter. Fortunately, the family that came down a few minutes later put money in the meter and I was able to see better the beautiful arches of the ceiling.

Once out of the church, I was starting across Piazza di Santa Trinita when I noticed the glow of the late afternoon sun on a building. What was even better? Noticing the shadows of the workmen working on scaffolding in the piazza.

My serendipitous day ended with another shadow photo. Instead of waiting for my bus where I usually do, I went up a block to another stop because there were benches there. What a lovely arrangement of light and shadow!

Testa, Judith. An Art Lover’s Guide to Florence. Northern Illinois University Press. Kindle Edition.

Images © Melissa Corcoran.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Surprise

This was one of the first images I captured with my macro lens and I was entranced by what I could see, especially the dusting of gold pollen on the bee. What I did not expect was what it would look like when the bee took off and flew towards me. It wasn’t nearly as close as it looked through the lens, but I was so surprised, I fell over backward (and given that I was crouched down on a slight slope below the flower, there was definitely an impact!).

For more entries in this week’s Weekly Photo Challenge: Surpriseclick here.

Image © Melissa Corcoran.

 

Beauty for Elka

When my friend Jeff married Elka several years ago, I lucked out because while at first she was ‘Jeff’s wife,’ over the years she became ‘my friend Elka.’ I remember saying to Jeff one night, as he drove me to my train after a visit, that I liked Elka more and more every time I saw her.

About three years ago, Elka was diagnosed with cancer. Over the long months of treatment, I was rarely geographically near, but I tried to be there for her long-distance. I read every CaringBridge post and commented regularly so she and Jeff would know I was thinking of them. I emailed, made a couple of visits when I was in town and her health allowed it, and I sent beautiful pictures because she said they made her happy. After one particularly brutal chemo session, she asked me to send her more photos, so I put together a slideshow titled ‘Beauty for Elka.’ It was one of the last times I would send her photos (and receive one of her enthusiastic thank-yous), as she died within weeks.

A couple of months ago, I was telling a friend how much I missed Elka. I said, ‘I’m not trying to pretend we were best friends, but . . .’  My friend finished the sentence for me, ‘she was a positive and beautiful presence in your life.’

Exactly. And somehow, sharing the ‘Beauty for Elka’ slideshow is a way to memorialize her on this first anniversary of her death.

Images © Melissa Corcoran.