Yesterday afternoon I went for a walk down to the harbor. Lisbon is less affluent than the Spanish cities. One block will have incredible buildings, the next will have peeling paint and crumbling walls. The beggars are more aggressive and plentiful and none of them actually do anything. In Spain, most people on the street were playing an instrument, dressed up as something, or offering something. Here they just hold out their hand or cup and shake it in your face. The best defense is not to make eye contact, or acknowledgment, and for goodness sakes, don't slow down or stop! Not speaking the language makes it easy to ignore people unless they say Ola directly to me or jump right in front of me, which several did. I made of the mistake of replying to one and almost got chased down. Note that all the beggars have warm coats- I do not.
Once I arrived at city center, I stumbled on the Santa Justa Elevator, then went to the Museo do Carmo, an archealogical museum in a cathedral that was destroyed during an earthquake.
The museum ruined all my shots with their explanation placards...
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Then I went on a pub crawl set up by the hostel.
I've forgotten just about everyone's name, but I can tell you that there were 2 Canadians from BC, a PHD student from Florida, an Aussie, our pub crawl leader, the night receptionist and her boyfriend, and some other people who's stories I never got.