Here is my interview with wildlife artist, Francesca Sanders, who has recently completed an exhibition of her latest work.
Read the clue and guess the location – my next competition piece for CNT can be read here…
Follow the link for a little introduction to my work with the magazine Travel Africa. Keep your eyes peeled for more on Africa…
Despite a passionate love of good red wine and a fondness for seafood, I have to admit that I didn’t choose this year’s summer destination based on my taste buds. Quite shamefully (and I’m sure my judgement will now be thrown into question) I recently developed a guilty pleasure involving popular music from the 1980s and a whole lot of cheese. The 2014 film Walking on Sunshine is set in the Salento region of Puglia, known for its beautiful Baroque architecture, wines and, in my mind, Giulio Berruti walking topless along the coast. Although I sadly did not encounter Berruti as I traversed the area’s much-famed beaches, I did discover that there is much to be said for this rustic alternative to Italy’s tourist hot-spots.
I was overwhelmed by choice for places to stay, from Lecce – Salento’s unofficial capital – to Otranto in the west and Santa Maria di Leuca in the south, known for its beautiful caves and cliffs. Hoping for a bit of hustle and bustle along with our daily dose of Italian culture, we opted for Gallipoli’s old town, an area which marks the beginning of a stretch known as Salento’s Maldives. The small, and very compact, town sits next to Gallipoli’s longest beach, Baia Verde, which is characterised by all the clichés used to describe a holiday in the Caribbean. Transparent waters, in every hue of blue and shallow several metres out to sea (making the waters safe for young families) are beaten only by the softest of sand. Dotted along the waterfront are a variety of beach bars (with costly loungers rivalling prices you would find in exclusive locations such as St Tropez or Nice) which pump out house music and summer beats, something which I appreciate appeals to a 21 year old, but not every holiday-maker. The sheer length of the beach, however, makes it possible for families and partiers alike to enjoy the area, provided you pitch your parasol in the right place. For those hoping to show off their tan and take the perfectly enviable Instagram shot, Samsara beach club hosts DJs touting the rich kids lifestyle, as they blast foghorns and send shoots of smoke into the air. Further along the coast, our host Giorgio recommended a beach called Punta della Suina as a calmer alternative to Baia Verde. With the crowds descending upon Puglia in high season, however, della Suina appeared to be just as busy as its neighbouring beach and when we left nearing 6 in the evening the small beach hut, dishing out cocktails in watermelon shells, had cranked up the volume on its sound system. To escape all sounds but the sea, we found that the little bay within the old town – Spiaggia della Purita – was the perfect option. Despite a slightly more hazardous entry to the water, with sharp stones and seaweed at the water’s edge, this small beach, nestled away from the crowds, was great for a final dip before evening.
With the old town being so compact, our accommodation was only a very short walk from della Purita. B&B Punta Cutieri is locally owned by Giorgio, who has been highly praised on sites such as Trip Advisor for his kind, warm manner and his desire to help all visitors. During our time in Puglia, Giorgio helped us on a number of occasions, whether this be in understanding bus timetables, organising our bike hire or recommending different restaurants in the area. On our penultimate day, he even bought my sister flowers for her birthday. His accommodation is also of a very high standard, with original frescos preserved on some of the walls and even an underground passageway beneath glass adding quirky touches to the room. The views during breakfast are perhaps the most idyllic part of this seaside retreat, as Giorgio’s rooftop terrace looks out across the bay, providing the perfect spot to watch the sun rise or set.
A few days in we braced ourselves for a boat trip that took us around Isola S. Andrea, just off the coast of Gallipoli. On more than one occasion on the way there I considered throwing myself overboard, believing I would find more relief going solo in the rough waters than I would on the boat which was persistently on the verge of capsizing. Once we anchored in the middle of the sea and were allowed to jump off the boat into the icy waters, conditions immediately improved. A wholesome lunch of seafood linguine in tomato sauce was served and the journey back was comparatively gentle, the sun beating down on the deck immediately drying our skin.
Gallipoli is known for its seafood, a fact which is drummed into all of its visitors by the constant smell of recently caught fish and the sight of fisherman sat on their boats, freeing a rogue crab from their nets as they collect mussels for evening service. With most restaurants competing for customers using very similar menus, recommendations will take you far in the old town. L’Angolo Blu seems to be the best for purely seafood and is the most obvious example of fine dining, with a clean cut white interior, softened by atmospheric blue lighting reminiscent of the sea. Their seafood risotto for two, with clams, mussels and squid, was the most flavoursome and moist I tried during my stay. One of the only restaurants we returned to twice, Osteria Briganti, is known all over Trip Advisor, and indeed in Gallipoli, as the town’s best. This was clear in the difficulty to make a reservation, although on one occasion, the waiter organised a whole new outside table for us. Tucked away in one of the town’s narrow streets, this was quite an experience as scooters and tut tuts raced passed us and, on more than one occasion, just missed knocking our table. Their sea bass in a potato crust was tenderly cooked and accompanied with a delicious balsamic glaze and caramelised onion relish. I even tried my first white oyster in the restaurant – after holding it in my mouth for nearing 15 minutes however, I decided that it would probably be my first and last. Special mention must be given to the wine bar La Spingula, situated right next to Giorgio’s B&B. Old wine barrels line the street, overlooking the curve of Baia Verde, and at night low lighting and a carefully selected playlist help to create a very romantic atmosphere. Azzuro is the experienced front of house and practises the art of sabrage almost every five minutes, deftly slicing off the tops of prosecco bottles. His characteristic expression, “It’s for the fish”, rings out just as frequently as he airs the wine glasses before filling them for customers. Dining here is a theatrical experience but be warned, the waiters certainly have their favourites. Just down the street is shisha and cocktail bar Santavè Lounge, which hosts traditional Salento dancing on Wednesday evenings and Salsa on Fridays, both of which feel a million miles away from the throbbing music of Samsara beach club. On the Wednesday, you could not have a clearer sense of being in the heart of Italy as couples and friends artfully negotiate dance steps together, totally unknown to the English traveller. It is advisable to stick to the wine, as Puglia clearly still has a thing or two to learn about cocktails.
We decided on a day trip to Lecce, having heard a great deal about the incomparable displays of Baroque architecture. We experimented with the local transport system and took the bus which is approximately an hour long journey. Journeying like the Italians meant that we had to adapt to their sense of time and we were left waiting an hour longer than anticipated because one bus failed ever to arrive. Despite the wasted morning, when we arrived the Duomo did not disappoint and drew in packs of tourists wielding their selfie sticks high above their heads. This became a bit of a problem in the tightly packed streets as we moved as one impenetrable mass, desperately scanning the area for the next open space. Seeking sanctuary in a restaurant called Re Mida, we hoped that we might have a brief reprieve from the sense of being part of a faceless crowd. However, after eventually communicating that we wanted a seat to the waiter, he then left us unattended for the next hour. Frustrated and losing all patience, we went up to the self-service counter for a pucce (a kind of Italian sandwich), ate and left, never to return. Although Lecce has some beautiful sites, it’s a shame we were unable to see many of them through the throng of tourists.
Puglia may still be waiting to attain the popularity of Lake Garda and the Amalfi coast, yet my little holiday in the sun has proved that this is a destination with potential. With headline acts such as Sean Paul and David Guetta performing at Parco Gondar this summer, Puglia is making a name for itself on the international stage. For a holiday which invites you to try delicious cuisines, watch beautiful sunsets and relax with strolls along the promenade, beach breaks don’t get much better than Gallipoli.
During my internship with Condé Nast Traveller over the summer, I had the opportunity to write up one of their competition pieces. Check it out here…
Continuing my 2016 tradition of visiting Europe’s most desirable city breaks (better get them in now before visas become part and parcel of European travel) I headed to Holland for a post-uni treat. Although the student loan entered the red weeks ago and I am now as dependent on my mum for financial support as a twelve year old, this holiday proved to be a pretty cost effective way of seeing another country. I stayed with my friend Ant in his father’s home in Schoorl, a small coastal village about an hour outside of Amsterdam. Removed from the tourist hub, with its glamorisation of prostitution, abundance of coffeeshops and museums, and canal-side photoshoots, I was given the chance to see a side to Holland usually experienced only by those who know the country for more than its vices.
In true Netherlands style, our first port of call was the local bike rent shop. With the decision to opt for a cheaper old fashioned back-pedal bike and my fitness levels at an all-time low, I was a little daunted by the prospect of living like the Dutch and travelling everywhere by bike. My fears were soon allayed however by the total awareness and respect for cyclists even beyond the major cities. Cycle paths take priority over pavements and cars stop for you at almost every crossing. The brilliantly flat ground also meant that a lack of gears didn’t come as too much of a hardship. Travelling by bike meant that I was able to experience some memorable places. Amid Holland’s leafy countryside, there are impressive sand dunes which people from all over the Netherlands come to visit year-on-year, something which I would not have experienced if I was just a tourist hunting out legal highs in Dam. With perfect weather, the light dappled beautifully over the scene and made for wonderful pictures. The beach, too, came as quite a surprise. As with the rest of Holland, the beach is perfectly kept, with fine sand, clear (albeit very chilly) waters and a shoreline running for miles. Idyllic is the only word suitable here.
Travelling from the train station at Alkmaar to Schoorl, I was struck by the wonderful architecture, characteristic of the Dutch. Lining the roads were houses of all shapes and sizes, some with thatched rooves, others with daring modern designs and my favourites looking like they had come straight from the pages of a child’s fairytale book. The odd windmill along the way convinced me that I wouldn’t have been eccentric in thinking that everyone still wore clogs too. Traditional markets, far more impressive than the acclaimed flower market in Amsterdam (which I would deem commercial and repetitive), offered a variety of products, the best being the cold sausage and cheese. The produce was local and it was nice to see the face behind the business which is difficult in a city like Amsterdam when there is a ‘Cheese and More’ shop on every street corner. Ant introduced us to one of his favourite restaurants ‘Duinvermaak’ for some of the best savoury pancakes I have ever tasted – a cross between the fluffy American and a crêpe. The atmosphere was relaxed, friendly, and by calling in advance, they produced a vegan pancake for my friend; the personal touch really counts.
In many ways, I was able to equate the neighbouring town Alkmaar with my own English hometown St Albans in its proximity to London yet relative peace and quiet from the frenetic madness of a major city. Although walking the streets felt very similar to treading the cobblestones of Amsterdam, our day in Alkmaar had its own character and charm. The canal cruise took us on a forty minute journey around the local area, the guide offering historic information in both Dutch and English. Interestingly, all of the bridges are particularly low so each time we approached one, every passenger on the boat ducked to the floor to avoid banging their heads, revealing another small yet interesting quirk of the town’s development. Their cheese market weighing ceremony is not one to be missed if you want a bit of traditional entertainment and are a cheese fanatic like myself!
Schoorl and Alkmaar do not cater to tourists in the same way as Amsterdam. They do not have signs pointing you to the nearest sex museum and they can be pretty quiet in the evenings. But they do offer something different, with a special, unique charm. Although I love Amsterdam, there is something to be said for the suburbs too.
Reaching the grand old age of 21, I decided it was time to take a trip which demonstrated my maturity and interest in all things cultural (and I also wanted to get really rat-arsed on a bar crawl). Continuing the holiday theme of 2016 which seems to be top cities in Europe (see my previous blog post looking at Lisbon), I set off with six of my best friends to Berlin for a few days of jam-packed sight-seeing and alcohol-fuelled nights.
As my last trip was so successful using Air B&B, we plumped for the site again and stayed in Anna’s lovely apartment in Mitte. Wanting to be right in the heart of things (Mitte translates to ‘centre’), we knew that Mitte was our best option and we were well located. However, we definitely underestimated how sprawling this city is – and how hidden some of its best spots are! If you decide to try and take on the city, be prepared to use the metro… a lot. Being an avid walker and relatively experienced when it comes to other European cities (Amsterdam, Barcelona, Lisbon…), I optimistically thought that a good deal of the sight-seeing could be covered on foot. Whilst the Brandenburg Gate, Reichstag, Jewish memorial and Berlin’s park were all in the same area, many other parts of the city could realistically only be reached by the metro – unless you plan to pull a Jesus and walk forty days and nights to reach the East Side Gallery. There is the option to get a 24, 48 or 72 hour metro pass but we realised that dependent on the zones you want to cover, it worked out cheaper to go day by day.
Slightly undermining what I’ve just said, on our first day we went on a free walking tour which was definitely the best way to hit the main historic sites in Berlin. Our tour guide was wonderfully comprehensive (my friend is a history student specialising in German history, so she was able to check his facts) and within a couple of hours we had already been shown the iconic parts of Berlin. The Brandenburg gate is as magical as its pictures but for the full experience you should visit at night. The soft, orange low lighting majestically illuminates Victoria in her chariot on top of the gate and makes for great pictures. The Reichstag too is impressive, its dark impressive exterior and large German flags making it quite an imposing image (the rainy weather probably added to this). German architecture, in general, proved to be a real eye opener. Due to the large division of wealth between East and West Berlin during the time of the Berlin Wall, huge reconstruction and building work is happening in the eastern part of the city. You can’t walk more than a couple of blocks without coming across a piece of scaffolding or a crane. In this respect, the city can’t exactly be called beautiful.
It is, however, very honest. The Topography of Terror – a museum recounting in depth the persecution of groups during the Nazi regime – objectively described the horrors which took place in this city, taking its visitors on a painful journey of discovery. The shocking images, documents and accounts on display brought the history to life in a way that put my history textbook during GCSEs to shame. For a more moving experience, the Jewish and Holocaust memorials (right next to each other, with the Holocaust memorial being below ground) must be visited. As I walked through the Jewish memorial, with the huge concrete blocks growing larger and my surroundings more maze-like, I gained a sense of what the artist was trying to achieve. Pictures really don’t do it justice. Whether you interpreted his work as a journey through the gas chambers, placing you in the position of a Jewish prisoner, the blocks symbolising the oppressive officers, or they became the faceless graves of those who lost their lives (the artist chose a random number of blocks, perhaps to indicate the unknown number of those destroyed by the regime), the memorial was powerfully emotional for everyone who walked through it. The Holocaust memorial too had a disturbing effect. Split into five sections, from timeline, to final words of victims, personal family stories, accounts in the concentration camps and, most upsetting of all, a room listing the names of all those recorded dead because of the regime (it would take seven years to sit and listen to all of them said aloud), my group left with tears in our eyes.
The Concert House was also really spectacular. Two of my friends are classical music buffs so it was a must-see on our trip but even if you don’t know your Wagner from your Chopin, it is worth a visit just so you can climb the red carpet to the top and look over the square. A little further from the centre, we visited the East Side Gallery and the amazing graffiti still intact on part of the Berlin Wall. Although some more recent (and less artistic) graffiti has been slapped on top of this wonderfully, expressive work, efforts are being made to clear it up (sadly metal fences currently shut off certain parts of the wall). We were headed straight for ‘The Kiss’ and it didn’t disappoint. We immediately knew its location because of the group of eager tourists clustered around, desperately trying to push themselves to the front of the crowd so that they could be the next to take a selfie with the wall. I had my moment when me and a friend staged our own little recreation. It is difficult cramming in the whole of Berlin in three days and when I return, I’m going to spend more time in this area, looking at the art work for the entire stretch. On the day we showed up – Easter weekend – an impromptu party had sprung up along the river front, with beers flowing and music wafting through the air. And this is the other side to Berlin. Whilst there is so much history to explore and attractions to visit – from the obligatory picture at Checkpoint Charlie to the jumping shot in front of the Brandenburg gate – it is worth spending some time in the districts a little further from the city. I’ve heard that Kreuzberg is great for traditional food and Friedrichshain should be visited for some nice bars – again, we didn’t have time to cover them!
Of course, as this was a girls trip abroad to celebrate my 21st, nightlife has to feature somewhere. Although you have a map and plenty of signs to direct you to the main tourist sites, finding the nightlife hot spots proves a little trickier. So much is hidden: from underground clubs to ‘in-the-know’ ways of getting into the exclusive clubs. If you’re planning a trip to Berlin, chances are you’ve heard of Berghain (we were googling ways to get past Sven the bouncer before we arrived). It’s only open on a Saturday (the day we left), however, if you aren’t fortunate enough to get beyond its doors, there are plenty of other places to try out. My favourite club was Matrix, near both Watergate and Berghain, and hidden beneath the bridge next to the metro. It is surrounded by no other bars and it was quite the victory when we found it after searching for something ‘happening’ for over an hour. The music was great – a remix of commercial music with a heavy baseline. The two predominant styles are techno and hip-hop in Berlin, but this club is proof that there is something for everyone. Mein Haus am See is a great little bar with more of a club atmosphere downstairs and it can be found by catching the metro to Rosenthaler Platz. You can have a dance or just relax in some of the spectator seats next to the edgy bookshelves lining the walls. And of course, no trip to a capital city in Europe would be complete without the notorious bar crawl. Sadly, however, despite what I had heard, this didn’t live up to expectations. Yes, I had to expect the grotesquely drunken Englishmen on their stag-dos, and the feeling of being shepherded like a five year old. But unlike, for example, the red light district bar crawl in Amsterdam, there was no sense of mingling within the group. Perhaps some body shots would have helped.
As my last post would suggest, I am a HUGE foodie and was excited to sample the Berliners’ cuisine. Unfortunately, I didn’t get much beyond bratwurst and currywurst – both dishes being the same but the latter with a strange, unknown curry sauce on top. I felt like a true German but I don’t know if I can enthuse about currywurst in the same way that I lusted over the cheese platters in Lisbon. Perhaps Bavarian dishes just aren’t my cup of tea. One thing is for sure, currywurst or not, I will be returning to Berlin. This time ready to tackle Sven.
There are no words…
With my mother approaching the grand age of 60 (and her first ‘age-hurdle’, as she puts it), my sister and I decided to throw a fabulous surprise trip in honour of her entry into the next decade. Considering her Irish roots, we thought we would take her back to her native homeland and get in touch with our own Irish heritage. There were, however, a few problems with this plan…
- Mum’s birthday falls in February so chances of rain in this part of the world were between 95 and 99%
- Mum was born in Belfast, aka very far from Dublin and all things interesting for a weekend break
Realising that our sentimental plan threw up a few difficulties, we realised it was time to reconsider and, despite the drawbacks of taking a holding in February, took a gamble and aimed for somewhere a little more exotic. After much dithering and discussion, we decided on Lisbon, as none of us had visited the city before and we believed that its position nearer to the equator might increase our chances of sunshine.
With nothing more than a vague note about waking before 6am on a Friday morning, my hyper-organised mother was forced to confront the reality that, for once in her life, the decisions were all down to her daughters and she had to simply sit back and enjoy the ride. Not until we arrived at Luton airport was she finally allowed into the big secret, opening her large birthday envelope to reveal a small Lisbon handbook tucked inside!
Our plane having landed, driving into Lisbon was quite the experience (particularly because, only the day before, I had been sat in a lecture learning about censorship in theatres in the 20th century). The familiar sights were there, typical in any European city: signposts for Maccy Ds and KFC, giant versions of our Holiday Inn. But as we travelled deeper into the heart of this magical city, our taxi driver speeding through the tiny, cobbled streets (causing my mum to literally grip onto the edge of her seat whilst sending Sophia and I panic eyes), I realised that we were in for a brilliant cultural experience.
This was our first time using the accommodation site Air B&B, and we were not disappointed. After searching through several apartments, we finally landed on Helena and her property nestled right in the heart of the city. It is difficult to find an apartment in the Bairro Alto district (this is definitely the place to stay if you want fun bars and restaurants, and perfect access to other parts of Lisbon) which is soundproofed, most of the negative reviews of properties in this area complaining about disturbances at night. Helena’s apartment promised close access to all attractions, despite being situated on a quieter street in the city. Although the location was perfect, we were disturbed on two of the three nights that we stayed there – once due to a house party, and the other time because of a rather loud dispute between neighbours at 5am! This issue, however, paled into insignificance when we were confronted by the beauty at our doorstep.
The cobbled streets (which, after a while, have a bit of a negative effect upon the feet) add such character to these interconnected winding streets, so sprawling that it is easy to get lost only a couple of streets from your own apartment! The iconic and colourful washing which hangs from almost every apartment in this area only serves to add character to a city already bursting with it. The iron railings supporting the balconies and the beautiful patterns adorning the tiled walls of every building, once again, specific to Lisbon’s architecture, completely disconnected me from the grey buildings of Nottingham – my university city. Even archaic gas lights could be found in a few of the older streets, transporting me to another time entirely (I’m thinking Victorian London).
Being active walkers, we made it our aim to see as much of Lisbon as was humanly possible in the three days we were there and, now speaking from experience, I can tell you that it is easy to cover a lot of ground when you have a map and a passion for hills. Initially making our way into the Chiado district, we quickly realised we needed to walk further afield to access the Lisbon advertised in the guidebooks. Chiado is perfectly pleasant, but only if you want to experience the commercial and walk past the shops you would find in any city in England (admittedly, there was a focus on the more European) with Zara and Mango being a couple of examples. We were set on making it to Alfama, the oldest district in Lisbon, and a close contender to Bairro Alto for our favourite part of the city. We began the steep incline and passed countless fado and wine bars, hidden among the tiny winding streets. Even the doors to these houses are worthy of comment, some being so tiny and brightly coloured that they wouldn’t have looked out of place in a child’s doll house collection. We passed wonderful churches, Catholicism being evident in the architecture, the murals and the rich, ornate church collections. The reward for our work out eventually came when we reached the very top and paid to enter the grounds of Castelo de Sao Jorge (bring your student card and you’ll get a discount!) Arriving nearer the end of the day, at about 5 in the afternoon, the light was beautifully dappled through the trees, a warm, rosy filter covering everything in the vicinity. The ruins are wonderful to explore but the real treat is experiencing the views of Lisbon. Purchasing some wine from a little cart – named ‘Wine with a View’ – we sat down on the wall and looked out over these views as the sun turned from bright yellow to a golden orange. The place is so magical, even peacocks can be found wandering through the ruins!
That evening, we made it our aim to hunt out a seafood restaurant which had brilliant reviews both online, and from our host Helena. Knowing that Cervejara Ramiro was near-ish to our apartment, and not afraid to do a little searching, we set out again with renewed energy. About an hour later, we were still searching. Completing what felt like endless loops of Rossio square, and after asking more than one confused Portuguese local, we eventually found the restaurant (I would advise getting a taxi unless you are certain it is near, or understand the area better than we did). But our wait for food did not end there – apparently we weren’t the only ones who knew this place was a real find. After queuing solidly for half an hour, we were eventually given a seat in this popular fish restaurant. Almost immediately a tablet was thrown at us with the lists of fish on offer and, not having been to a traditional seafood restaurant before and our sense of quantity being very confused, we struggled to gage how much we should order. Eventually settling for the crab, prawns in garlic sauce, king prawns and buttered bread with mayonnaise (eating the seafood med-style), we sat back and breathed a sigh of relief. This is not the place to come if you want lighting with ambience (we were sat under what can only be described as hospital lighting) and personal service (although our waiter did help mum with a hammer to get into a crab leg at one point)! The food was insanely delicious, and you could tell it had been captured straight from the sea that day. For brilliant quality and a fun experience, I would definitely recommend this restaurant. Just don’t expect to get in quickly unless you opt for a lunch service, as they don’t even offer a bookings option! Face the queue or expect disappointment!
The next day we finally decided to experience the historic tram 28 which takes you on a tour of the Bairro Alto, Chiado and Alfama districts. The rickety tram attracted a fair bit of attention from passers-by and it was nice to temporarily put my feet up before another long and exhausting day of walking. We headed to Praça do Comércio for a light lunch – avocado and cheese toasties and coffee with cream (Sophia had coffee with Nutella ice cream!) – and enjoyed relaxing in the sunshine, doing a spot of people watching. We then embarked on our biggest challenge of the holiday – walking along the beach front for an hour and a half in the blazing sunshine, in order to reach our final destination: Bélem. The walk itself was brilliant as we passed lots of different cafes and restaurants, a particular cluster by some docks being perfect for lunch as people relaxed on balconies, soaking up the sun rays. We passed lots of fishermen and cyclists and as we were entering Bélem, we approached the Padrão dos Descobrimentos, a monument celebrating maritime explorers. Bélem Tower is absolutely stunning in the sunshine and we sat back with some of Lisbon’s famous custards tarts, listening to a local guitarist playing by the attraction. Although Bélem has some interesting sites – the Jerónimos Monastery and lots of museums, beautiful gardens and palaces – for me, it was nothing on the Bairro Alto and Alfama districts; although, this is perhaps because we didn’t spend enough time here. After all this walking, it was time to collapse with a glass of red and some of the local sheeps cheese with bread rolls. The night spontaneously turned into a strange, rather sophisticated, bar crawl as we made the journey back. We hit one of Lisbon’s amazing sky bars, with stunning views over the waters and the statue of Christ the King in the distance (think Christ the Redeemer statue in Rio), which was brilliantly lit in the darkness. Although none of us are particular fans of beer, we ended up in the Museu da Cerveja, once again in the Praça do Comércio, and feasted on mussels and the region’s favourite dish, cod fish cakes, which are a must-try! As the clock struck 12 and we drunkenly sang happy birthday to my mum, glasses of champagne magically appeared. The perfect finish to a perfect day.
On our final day, we decided to sample every cuisine Lisbon had to offer us in one venue: the Mercado da Riberia. This can be reached on tram 15 which connects Bairro Alto and Bélem, or you could just walk, like us! Feeling a little worse for wear, mum opted for a mango juice drink but Sophia and I went straight for the sangria, made refreshingly with prosecco and red berries. From goat’s cheese crepes, to prosciutto, steak sandwiches and a variety of sweet treats, it is safe to say we gorged ourselves on everything the market had to offer – apart from seafood; we were still recovering from Cervejara Ramiro! From our walk the previous day, we returned to a sun trap beside the waterfront, with deck chairs laid out looking over the waters and the Ponte 25 de Abril Bridge, which looks something like San Francisco’s Golden Gate Bridge.
For our final night we decided to explore the restaurant options in Bairro Alto, deciding against a fado restaurant (we experienced a little of this and realised that two hours of the music would be enough to have us all weeping) as these are often overpriced and are designed purely to draw in tourists. Instead we came across a packed out restaurant, down one of the tiny side streets, and were lucky enough to take the last empty table. It was by far my favourite meal in Lisbon and I would recommend it to anyone hoping to visit. The place is called Artisan and we had a mixture of cheeses and hams (definitely try this), along with potatoes in spicy sauce, prawns in garlic and, to round off the meal, we ordered more sheeps cheese! Add a couple of bottles of red and the evening was perfect, with ambience lighting and very attentive service. Just down the street was a wonderful jazz bar, the sounds of a saxophone escaping through an open window luring us into the vibrant and exciting atmosphere. The musicians were all extremely talented and I only wish we had longer to explore the area, and come across more hidden gems.
Lisbon was a brilliant choice for a weekend retreat and, as you can tell, we were able to explore so much in a relatively small amount of time. My top tips from the holiday would be:
- Steer clear of their cabbage soup
- Eat as much cheese as possible
- Drink as much wine as possible
- Walk everywhere and be prepared to get lost
Thanks for reading – Liv xxx