Saturday 14th January 2017





This morning we waved goodbye to the goat herd and his doggies at Barragem de Roxo and headed north. We arrived at Evora and after a supermarket shop and servicing of the van parked just outside the city walls. We walked up hill into the old city.




This impressive building which we took to be a church turned out to be a military establishment - the Officers' Mess no less!





Note these little characters on the top left corner of the building.




We soon reached this fine square.





A little further up the hill is Evora Cathedral.




Nearby is the Roman Temple.




Next door is the Pousada - one of a string of state run hotels set up by Salazar the Portuguese dictator in emulation of his mate Franco's chain of Paradors. This hotel is housed in a very historic building but apparently the hotel staff are very sniffy about non residents or non diners going in for a look round so we didn't try to go in.




Ann "did" the Catherdal while I sat outside on a nice bench in the sun. She took this from up on the Cathedral roof.




Here's the cloister.




Here's inside the main body of the Cathedral.





Also inside the Cathedral was this very ornate pregnant Mary.




Adjoining the Cathedral is the Museum of Sacred Art. Here Jesus is seen reclining on a skull.





Here Mary has passed away.





As the adjoining sign explains. Death cult or what?




What do you think this nice little bit of "sacred art" could possibly be about?





Well now you know.




Eventually Ann emerged from the Cathedral suffering from a severe case of "museum back". We had a bit more of a walk around town, visited the tourist office and bought a new mouse to replace ours which had died.





We returned to our parking place just outside the city walls.



Today we traveled 61 miles (98 kilometres). We are at N38.56610 W7.90862





3 comments:

Anne-Marie Quinn said...

What a wonderful town Evora must be, such marvellous architecture and museums with their fascinating artifacts. How I wish I could see them. The painting whose subject matter you enquired about seems to be the Martyrdom of St. Ursula and the 11,000 British virgins. An apocryphal tale this, which recounts how a British Princess and her 11,000 female companions were massacred by the Huns in Cologne in the 4th century. The 11000 seems to be a misreading of some Roman numerals when a earlier version of the tale was transcribed in medieval times.

Anne-Marie

Unknown said...

Roger: it's interesting to know that in Portugal a group of sheep is known as a Herd, I'm sure over here the term is Flock. Sorry to be picky, but at least it shows I'm reading your blog, and I must say it's always very entertaining.
I understand from Margaret you have a reasonable pile of junk-mail to read when you get home, I'm sure you'll be looking forward to that!
Best wishes....Steve

Roger and Ann said...

Hi Steve,

You're quite right. I group of sheep is known as a flock in English. The problem is that there is no English verb "to flock". Therefore we use the verb "to herd" to describe managing flocks of sheep for example we say Shepherd rather than Flockherd.

Many thanks for taking an interest in our blog.

Best wishes, Roger.