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People carried rosaries; others bore 6 foot white candles, and hurled them into 3 raging fires on the left side of the plaza, which spewed orange flames and black banks of smoke swirling up into the air. Every nationality seemed to be there: I felt I was watching the haj in Mecca, more watcher than participant. The smoky charcoal grilled chicken aroma was tantalizing; and vines grew in trellises around us and the sun shone. Waiters seemed to be one family with one or two hired hands. Nobody spoke much English. There is more to see in Fatima, but we had a long drive ahead.
Lucy, Francisco and Jacinta were all under ten when Mary appeared to them outdoors, and the latter two were ill and died young after the sun moved in the sky for gathered miracle-seekers. Their statues are nearby. Shops are not short of statues and rosaries; hotels line the streets and the economy looks sturdy.
We added a small green ceramic pitcher to our collection. Farther north in Porto, our hotel sat on the ancient quay of the Rio Douro, along which grow grapevines to make the huge casks of port shipped worldwide. The town is charming, but once again, suffers from the same real estate problems of Lisbon. It teeters on a steep hillside along the river, so properties each tend to be about 6 or 7 feet wide, with one doorway after another squished into ancient narrow streets. Barber shops, bakeries, hardware shops and police conduct their business at street level.
Above are living quarters, usually 3 or 4 stories high, with a narrow room on each floor. The alleyways are paving stones; a few windows and balconies have bright geraniums puncturing the bareness. I wondered if things get slippery in icy winter frosts on the narrow stairways and tunnels. Our quayside hotel was once three houses.
We were stymied: white local port with tonic water! It was really good. Outside the hotel shortly, we watched costumed dancers and musicians perform on a wooden platform in the bright sun. Men wore white long sleeved shirts and wide brimmed black hats. All have tastings, sadly missed by us! The bridges are a story in themselves.
The gorge is so wide and high that for centuries only ferries could cross.
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It holds a road, and far, far above it a second road, where busses look like toys on an erector set. Downriver is another iron train bridge; several ultramodern bridges span the river too, in juxtapositions of new and old. The hilltop cathedral requires a vertical climb and a few twists and turns past graffiti and broken bottles, but is a fantastic visit, despite being partly hidden behind the ubiquitous scaffolding clothing the town.
The cloister is filled with tiled wall paintings and carved stone, the treasury is filled with gold woven garments and reliquaries, and the sacristy holds paintings and books. Because usually locked cabinets on the walls were ajar, we spied shining monstrances and incense censors being polished by a sacristan. A few silent older women arranged large floral arrangements for the complex.
We visited some seaside villages en route from our short trip, but were disappointed that mostly we were on toll superhighways, which made for smooth travel but not much sightseeing. They are EU benefits. We had heard that the coast roads were stunning, but missed the beauty that we had seen in the south two years ago on our visit to the Algarve.
He explained that flat racing is done in summer, and jumps, steeplechase style, in winter. Some jumps can be six feet, possibly lower on one side than the other. Horses are handicapped, so faster horses must carry extra lead weights. Get the lead out! Flat tracks might be oval, uphill, downhill, straight, but are always on turf—i. A jockey might earn only a hundred quid a ride, but a winner gets ten percent of the purse too. Mike looked dapper!
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Trains run from Waterloo Station. Ascot, Windsor and Bath are all short train rides from London. They told me so! I wore a raspberry suit from Lisbon, good jewelry, and a black straw chapeau borrowed from my friend Judith. Nowhere are there hats like those in England!! They are truly creative, with giant hoops, feathers, platters, veils, and flowers in every color and combination.
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No Englishwoman would attend a wedding bareheaded and Ascot has a dress code. Our train car was filled with other race goers, and division of the classes was clearly evident. Many of them in low cut short skirts were bare legged, a few tattooed, some gum chewers, and most took off their hats on the train. Some were very cute, but they will never be mistaken for Oxbridge grads. Correct speech and accent here is essential to class. Always wait your turn in line! We asked around and learned where to stand to best see the arriving Queen, the Duke, and their guests in open carriages, following lots of blonde-wigged footmen, polished leather, and gold braid.
American Ambassador Farrish was in one carriage, and has sold horses to her majesty. Countless photographers surged on a high balcony as the royal party rode past to alight at the Royal Enclosure. We saw one awarded by the Queen, and another by Baroness Betty Boothroyd, a feisty legend known for keeping order in the House of Commons.
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The Royal Enclosure is smaller than the others, and much less densely packed than the other grandstands, and there are races of varying lengths every 30 minutes. There are no set seats, and we wandered about on grass, concrete, and wood. We queued about six abreast with good natured thousands after the last race. We were home in no time as the sun appeared.
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En route we noticed Russian flags with Union Jacks hanging in front of Buckingham Palace and lining the Mall, brightly waving against blue sky. Putin was about to visit. Another summer eve brought Tosca in Holland Park after a picnic on the lawn.
The opera had fabulous principals, subtitles, and a great orchestra, even though we were outdoors under a white marquee. Scenery and costume is minimal, but everything else is first rate. A few noisy peacocks vied with Puccini now and again, but never got the sustained applause awarded the cast.
There were seats for about , so the venue was small, like most London theaters, and everyone had clear views and perfect sound. Because it stays light so late at this latitude, I hardly noticed the English translations at first above the stage. We exchanged our Utah ski timeshare for a week in England, and delayed our holiday a day to attend a farewell pub crawl for three couples leaving for the states.
Outside a noose dangles over the river: Execution Dock is nearby. One judge sentenced men to hang--and shipped nearly three times more to Australia and America.
He enjoyed lunch while watching hangings with the enthusiastic crowds that always gathered. The doomed men, brought in a carriage at low tide, had a chance to speak before the carriage horse was whipped. After hanging, they remained in the Thames until three tides passed over them.
Kidd, a pirate who returned from Boston on promise of a pardon, was painfully hung on the third try after the rope broke twice, then dipped in tar, and displayed in a metal cage for three years as a warning to others. Another way to pick up change was to row drunks into deep midriver, toss them overboard, and wait for the bodies to wash ashore, when they could be sold to medical schools. The Prospect of Whitby claims service under 22 royal reigns, but today the once teeming docks are filled with trendy loft apartments and makeovers. The Mayflower was fitted out from here, and left for Massachusetts to form the first permanent settlement in Plymouth.
Dickens, Pepys, and Whistler were later patrons, and supposedly Turner painted sunsets from the balcony! Cumbria is the rainiest place in England, which might explain the rich greens, but we lucked out with beautiful weather. However, I bought a cheap fleece at one of the many hiking shops because I was so chilly! The shops must sell most of the ubiquitous hiking boots we saw, but they are de rigueur for rambling up and down the fells, over little waterfalls, streams, and creeks—becks and gills—and a walking stick is also an assist. We saw many; some hikers use two. We also saw groups of school children with their teachers, swimming in freezing waters, sometimes in their clothes as they shrieked during kayak or canoe tipping drills, took boat rides, built walls, and climbed.
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