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Initial wanderings in Lisbon

Saturday 22 August 2026 – An 0830 taxi to the airport should be fine, shouldn’t it? This should enable us to get up at a reasonable hour after a good night’s sleep, have a bite of breakfast, maybe a coffee and get ourselves ready to leave via a symphony of organised activities just as the taxi draws up outside.

As if!

We ended up getting to sleep far too late, getting up a bit too early and still having about half an hour’s wait for the taxi. Time, of course, drags during that half hour and allows the double angst of worrying that the taxi won’t arrive whilst frantically wondering if there’s anything we’ve forgotten. Apart from that, the morning went well.

The taxi did turn up, of course, and we had a pretty much uneventful transit through Heathrow Terminal 2, on to a TAP flight and on to Lisbon. There were the usual trials – no leg room, some children who were very noisy at times (though, to be fair, quiet on the flight), and a source of particular aggravation for me in the shape of a teenager sitting next to me who insisted on watching a film on his phone with the volume up. I’d hoped the noise of the engines might drown it out, but just enough tinny sound made it through to make it rather annoying without being so egregious that I felt able to do more than give him One Of My Looks, which he never even noticed, far less ignored.

I had been concerned about queues on arrival at Lisbon because of the new EU Entry Exit System, but actually my fears were entirely unfounded. There were loads of the new kiosks available and working, so getting the photo and fingerprint business done was very swift. What surprised me a little was that we still had to go through the e-gates after we’d done that, but all was well, and our bags were numbers 32 and 34 off the aeroplane when they turned up at the carousel.

Our driver was waiting for us and whisked us in to downtown Lisbon, where we’re staying at the Turim Hotel. We had a bit of an awkward time at check-in as the hotel were expecting us to pay for the room whereas we’d expected it to be prepaid. Jane contacted Caroline at Walk The Camino, but the only resolution was for us to stump up the funds on the assumption that some kind of resolution will enable us to get the money back at some stage. Apart from that, the hotel room seems perfectly OK, if a bit cramped and gloomy. We’re not expecting to spend a lot of time in it anyway.

The room did feature a kettle (hurrah!) but only plastic milk in little pots (boo!); a trip to the bar got us some proper milk so we could refresh ourselves with Twinings finest Earl Grey. Having done that, we went for a walk. Obviously.

The hotel’s location is excellent – close to the cathedral and the main square and a 15-minute walk from the Castle – a great base for exploring, We have a guided walking tour booked for the morrow, but thought it would be interesting to wander up (and, this being Lisbon, up is an operative word here) to the cathedral and remind ourselves about it. I can remember seeing the outside on previous visits, but can’t actually remember if we went in. Anyway, the walk there showed us a few of Lisbon’s characteristics: some very attractive tiling;

some other appealing decorative touches to some buildings;

some amazing façades;

and a very funky selection of taxis and tour operators.

The cathedral is very difficult to photograph; one ends up quite considerably downhill when trying to capture the front, standing on a tramway with trams and other traffic bearing down at speed,

but I captured the above without serious injury and we went inside. Doing this provided further evidence that we’d not been inside before, as one of the options on offer on entering (and paying for your ticket) is to go up to the museum, and I’m sure we’d never done that. So, up we went, and got a great view of the main interior of the church.

Behind us at this point was the enormous stained glass window, which we got a good close view of. I took another picture from further away, down in the body of the church, to give better perspective

but this doesn’t do justice to the close encounter we got at the closer quarters. The museum has got all sorts of religious bits and pieces, but the most impressive area is the Treasury, a room that is very lavishly appointed. I couldn’t get a photo angle that captured the room, but it has a beautiful ceiling

and some very fine tiling and artwork.

As you can see from the photo of the interior, the church has a long and relatively narrow nave, with many chapels off to the side. The sum total makes for a very large and imposing building and some of the chapels are lovely. There’s one with a very arresting display in it.

It’s a very elaborate nativity scene,

rendered in astonishing detail.

There’s also a baptistry that features some wonderful tiling work.

Having visited the cathedral, we walked the short distance back towards the hotel, which took us past numerous restaurants, so we stopped in at one, Taberna Moderna, which looked appealing.  The food was very good, but the drinks selection was a bit bizarre. We ended up having a cherry-flavoured caipirinha, as they had no gin or tonic. It was tasty, but bizarre. There was too much food, so we had a short walk after dinner to settle it down a bit, and strolled along to Rua Augusta, which was labelled a “notable” street. It’s the one which leads up from the well-known arch at at the top of the main square, Praça do Comércio.

It being Saturday night, it was all full of people, so we didn’t hang about but headed back to the hotel. We did pass an exceedingly niche shop there, though.

Every shelf is crammed full – appropriately with tins of sardines in all manner of different sauces and guises. A remarkable place.

Back at the hotel, Jane relaxed while I started the process of discovering a photo workflow based around the tablet rather than the laptop I customarily have with me, It’s going to take some refining, but it would appear to be reasonably effective. Proper editing of the photos will have to wait until we get home and I can get back to my beloved DxO Photolab, but I hope I’ll be able to work work with what I brought with me.

Tomorrow, Carlos, our guide, will spend some time showing us around Lisbon and we hope to see perhaps some of the less well-celebrated aspects of the city. Come back tomorrow to see what it is we saw.

 

The Full Nelson

Monday 2 March 2026 – Most tourists travellers arriving on the South Island at Picton* and looking to explore it tend to choose between two common itinerary options: head south to Kaikoura and Christchurch, then down the east coast; or head west to Nelson, Abel Tasman and then down the west coast. We are doing neither of these; or possibly both, depending on how you look at these things. We certainly wanted to visit Kaikoura and Christchurch, but equally we didn’t want to miss out on the opportunity to meet Eve and Bill again. That’s why we included Mārahau. Our day with Eve and Bill was lovely, but we had one more day before we had to move on, so Jane did her usual traveller incantations, seeking to magic up something interesting for us to do. As ever, she did an outstanding job and we ended up spending the day around the city of Nelson, about an hour’s drive away, doing a couple of things that would be considered standard for us, but also a couple that wouldn’t.

As a great example of a non-standard activity for seasoned travellers such as Jane and me (modestly polishes nails on Rohan fleece), this does not immediately come to mind.

“Yes!” I never thought we’d cry, “let’s visit a peanut butter factory!”

But we did. And it was splendid fun.

Pic’s Peanut Butter is named after the founder Bruce “Pic” Picot. You can read why he got into Peanut Butter here, but rest assured that he is a Peanut Butter nut. He reckons his product is the best in the world; in New Zealand, the company’s market share is 41%, so there’s credibility in what he says, though Manilife might have a word or two to say on the matter. Whatever, he has created a factory which is also a retail and education centre, which offers tours, so Jane snagged a couple of tickets for us and we set off with plenty of time to get there for an 1130 tour. (Courtesy of a hallucination on the part of our TomTom satnav, we arrived just in time and panting only slightly.)

The tour is hosted by a very lively lady called Tania,

who spent about 20 minutes explaining all things peanut butter. She started with talking about where in the world Pic’s does business, and then invited the guests on the tour to place a red star where they were from. It was quite the international audience.

She then explained about the peanuts (not a nut, but a legume, as any fule kno). They use only hi-oleic nuts, a special variety only grown in a few places round the world; theirs come from South America. Hi-oleic nuts contain a higher percentage of oleic acid, a monounsaturated fat, than regular peanuts and have lower saturated and polyunsaturated fat levels; this means they are healthier, and no additional oils are added during the production. The nuts arrive naked, having been shelled and stripped when picked, and then go into a roaster

before heading to the grinder.  Crunchy peanut butter is ground once, smooth twice, and a little salt is added before the butter heads to the various bottling lines. They also make a consistency between the two, which they call “smoochy”.

We were lucky to see the lines in action, as at midday the factory floor emptied – lunch break, presumably. Tania gave us 15 or so minutes to wander the upper floor, where we could, for example, see the original roaster that Pic used when he started as a cottage industry – a stainless steel concrete mixer, with a gas burner underneath!

There are plenty of info boards about the company and the products (natch) but also some with some very left-field assertions.

  • Peanut butter is useful in removing obstinately sticky labels
  • Frying a blob of peanut butter removes fried fish smells from your kitchen
  • Pic’s peanut butter catches 20% more pests than any other brand, so it’s popular for trapping and removing invasive creatures

There’s also an opportunity for people to make their own peanut butter – on the Peanut Butter Bicycle! Your intrepid reporter had a go.

Then it was time for a tasting session

and the group got samples of normal and chocolate peanut butter to taste – and also a combination we’d never come across before and which intrigued Jane greatly: salt and pepper peanut butter.

Tania made sure our tour was fun and engaging, and we left with two free jars of the product. Since we were down to our last few dozen teabags of Twinings Finest Earl Grey (uh-oh!), we called in at a passing Woolworth’s to restock, and look what else we found!

A peanut butter factory is deffo a left-field activity, and Jane had found something else somewhat unusual and maybe unexpected in a New Zealand provincial city:

The Nelson Classic Car Museum. This was amazing – the museum has over 150 classic cars on display and wandering among them is a wonderful experience. If you like that sort of thing, of course. There are various halls and sections within halls:

Vintage and veteran cars by the entrance

The Jaguar display…

…including the Mark 10, a favourite of mine

Classic American cars…

In a classic American setting

English classics in an English setting

Classic sports cars

There are some unusual cars among them

A rear-engined Chevrolet

The DeLorean

Not just any old Reliant Regal

and one that had a special nostalgia for me: a Wolseley 6/110. Dad had one of them, back in the 1960s.

I’m also taken by bonnet ornaments:

Such fun!

Also: photographic nerdery alert! Here’s a great example of how phones can be better than dedicated cameras. Between two of the halls were some display cases with model cars – Dinky, Corgi, Matchbox, that sort of thing. Photographing the cases with a normal camera was basically impossible because of the reflections. However, I knew of a mobile phone trick, so I took a picture with my phone.

The Special Power that I knew about was that there’s a facility within the phone’s own Gallery app called “remove reflections”. The power of this is quite remarkable, achievable with a single edit.

(I have used photo processing software as well, but that is to present correct horizontals and verticals (thank you DxO for PhotoLab with Viewpoint), something my phone can’t match.)

After these two activities, it was time to do some more conventional things.  So we went for a walk. Obviously.

We didn’t have a huge amount of time, but there was a handy hike up a hill just outside Nelson, with the prospect of a decent view over the city, so we headed to the start. It has an unusual destination,

and is a short but steep hike up a decent path.

In the interests of providing data (and, at the same time, demonstrating how I suffer for you), I measured the slope at 15° at its steepest point. That’s one in six by one way of looking at it, or 1 in 4 if you’re a mathematician and understand trig. In practical terms, we ascended 127 metres vertical in one kilometre, in a place called the Botanical Reserve. On the way up we could see that the view was likely to be rather good

and indeed it was.

 

There’s a monument there

with a needle pointing at a plaque.

It’s not really the Centre of New Zealand – that actually lies about 50km south west, on a golf course – but it was used as the central point for surveys in the 1800s.

The final visit of the day was to the cathedral; we’re not religious but we do like churches.

It has an impressive frontage

and a calm interior

distinguished by some spectacular modern stained glass.

We noticed, on exiting the cathedral, a plaque whose longevity might be cut severely short in the coming days or weeks….

One thing that is (literally and figuratively) striking about the cathedral is its spire, which we didn’t get a good view of. Since I didn’t bring my drone, I borrowed footage from a screen that was on display inside.

Many thanks to Make The Grade for the image. Lovely video, guys.

So that was our day in Nelson – a very unusual and very good one it was, too. The only thing for it then was to head back to our accommodation and test out that salt and pepper peanut butter. It’s very peppery; in our view it needs a bit more salt. It goes very well with jam or with tomatoes, which is apparently Pic’s favourite.

Tomorrow we leave Abel Tasman and head over the hills and, well, not very far away; we’ll get back to Picton and then head south to Kaikoura, thus getting on to the usual eastern route southwards. We have some interesting accommodation booked in Kaikoura…

 

*  Jane has just read that severe winds have resulted in the cancellation of InterIslander ferries today and probably tomorrow as well. My heart goes out to those people affected by this, as the ferries are fully booked and it’s difficult to know what the travel options would be under these circumstances. Gosh, we were lucky.

*  And let’s hope our luck continues to hold. We’re due to fly back via Dubai in three weeks’ time….

Florence in more depth

Wednesday 7 May 2025 – Long Post Alert!

In what I suspect will be a relatively rare occurrence during this junket, we were allowed a lie-in to 7am before having to get under way for the day. The hotel offers a decent breakfast (meaning mainly that they have Earl Grey available) but in somewhat cramped conditions. No matter; at 0900 we were ready to meet our guide for the morning, Bianca.

She is clearly very knowledegable about Florence, its history and culture, and Jane very much enjoyed learning about Florence in more depth. Me, not so much; I had enormous difficulty penetrating Bianca’s very Italian delivery and accent, particularly as it was often set against the backdrop of traffic, roadworks and many, many large tour groups.

The city was crowded today – there were plenty of tourists and schoolkids in large groups, making me suspect that at least one large cruise liner had berthed at Livorno, and that this was the time of year that schools favoured for an attempt to inject kulcher into the little ones. The practical upshot was that I didn’t get a great deal of extra information from our tour. However, Jane did, so collectively we learned a lot and got some photos of wonderful places that we might not have otherwise found.

I’m not a habitual, practised or skillful street photographer, but Florence offers some nice vignettes, if you’re not careful. I managed to get told off several times during the day: taking photos of art sellers, who clearly didn’t appreciate  being photographed;

and photos from some angles which caused people in uniform in key locations to tell me to move away from where I was.

Standing on the wrong side of a piece of rope to avoid too many TV aerials interfering with a nice view of the cathedral cupola

Standing on a bench to capture a better angle of the Pieta in the Cathedral museum

I also captured a couple of vignettes of interesting people who may or may not have been couples;

OK, back to the mainstream of the day. We visited lots of very attractive and photogenic places:

The Academy of Fine Arts (this is the exit – we didn’t go in)

The local equivalent of the UK’s Ordnance Survey…

…with its fetching observatory on the roof

The Piazza della Santissima Annunziata – the Annunziata Church is on the left; on the right a hospital for foundlings

Annunziata Square (2)

The Annunziata Square was recommended by the driver who picked us up at the airport yesterday; he described it as “cute”, which is not, I think, the right word.  It’s a handsome square all right, featuring a particular Florentine architectural characteristic – the pillars and arches. The pillars form a cube which is of a consistent dimension wherever it’s used; and the arches form a hemisphere above the cube. The cube’s exact dimensions are based on an exact number of standard “forearm” measurements, documented elsewhere in the city;

 

each “forearm” is 56.83cm in length. This, by the way, is longer than my forearm by quite some margin, so I have no idea how they arrived at 56.83cm as “normal”.

One can see from the square to the Duomo, which makes the scene a favourite for wedding photographs.

A less appealing feature of the Annunziata Square is this:

The cloths hanging there are are a reminder of the prevalence of domestic violence in Italy. Each cloth represents the death, through domestic violence, of one woman – this year!

Inside the entrance of the Annunziata Church is a splendid cloister.

around the walls of which are some lovely artworks.

Outside the church is an arch

which contains a corridor, built for a lady of the Medici family who was severely disabled so that she could get to services in the church without having to negotiate stairs or other difficulties.

The buildings in the environs of the cathedral featured wine cellars, which were somewhat below street level. It was A Thing to greet cellar workers and ask for a glass of wine, which could be delivered once money had changed hands. This practice gave rise to “wine windows”

whereby one knocked on the door to gain attention, and a glass of wine could be served directly. A little further along was a similar-looking niche

but one too small to accommodate a wine bottle. This one originally had a wire and a pulley to allow the lowering of a lamp so it could be lit before being hauled back into place.

We were by this time adjacent to the cathedral, and Bianca took us round the building, telling us about some of the background to the details. One of the world’s largest churches, with the dome still the largest masonry dome ever constructed, all but the dome was complete by 1380, with the dome itself completed in 1436.

The extraordinary external decoration, in polychrome marble, was begun in the 14th century but not completed until 1887!

In the triangle, the Virgin Mary is depicted in an almond shape called a “mandorla” which is a symbol of the intersection between the divine and the human

 

Shields in the facade representing the families who gave funds towards its creation

Panels on the campanile (bell tower) tell the story of the creation: God creating Adam and Eve, here

More campanile panels showing the development of civilisation – science, construction, medicine and so forth

The amount of symbolism among the detail of the decor of the cathedral and campanile is utterly extraordinary. It’s clear that it takes a lot of work to maintain it; a gang was at work with a specially-developed cherry-picker

examining every single piece of marble by tapping it to make sure it is secure.

Our next major stop was the Palazzo Vecchio – the old palace – but en route we passed a vendor of street food

Tripe sandwiches a speciality!

and a modern Florentine craftsman – not a worker in wood of stone, but in metal.

Penko is one of the world’s most skillful goldsmiths – his work in gold and silver is exquisite.

Jane and I had passed the Palazzo Vecchio yesterday, noting it as an impressive slab of masonry; but Bianca took us inside, to an astonishing interior:

The coat of arms you can see in the above is the Medici coat of arms, demonstrating the power and influence they had in the development of the city.

Near the Palazzo Vecchio is the Accademia Gallery, which famously houses Michaelangelo’s statue of David. We weren’t about to join the long queue to see the real thing, but luckily there’s a copy outside the Palazzo Vechio. Jane took a photo of his bum, but I preferred a less prurient view

The David was originally intended to be mounted high on the cathedral for people to gaze up at

yes, on the stone just peeking above the screening; getting the perspective right for this location is said to be why the proportions of David are not quite “right” (although his bum appears to be perfectly well-formed, I’m told). Nearby is the Loggia dei Lanzi, a sort of open air sculpture gallery;  the Perseus with the Medusa head by Benvenuto Cellini is a notable example.

Bianca then led us down towards the Ponte Vecchio, via another “Tree of Life” sculpture by Roggi

which was commissioned to commemorate those killed in a Mafia car-bombing outrage on this spot in 1993. Nearby, on the outside of a neighbouring building, is another sculpture in tribute to heroism as a reaction to the bombing.

You’ll have seen yesterday’s photos of Ponte Vecchio, of course you have, but Bianca pointed out something that actually in theory I knew about but which I hadn’t noticed: the Medici Corridor. This is an extraordinary construction which allowed Grand Duke Cosimo I de Medici  to make his way from Palazzo Vecchio to Pitti Palace (south of the river, remember) – without touching the ground or, perish the thought, being seen in public. It runs right through the upper floor of the Uffizi Gallery, crosses over the road via the arch you see here,

goes along the upper storey of the Ponte Vecchio

and round corners as necessary

to get to its destination – a distance of just under a kilometre. Interestingly, the construction of this corridor led to a major change in the usage of Ponte Vecchio, which was originally the site for butchers and tanners shops (using the river as a handy waste disposal) but this was too smelly for the Grand Duke, and so a law was passed – in force still today – to ensure that only jewellers may trade on Ponte Vecchio.

The Ponte Vecchio was the only bridge over the Arno to be spared by the wartime German bombing campaign. No-one knows exactly why; although they didn’t destroy the bridge itself they blocked access to it by bombing at each end, which explains the modern and ugly buildings to be seen close to either end of the bridge.

Bianca’s final offering was to take us to another church, still south of the river – Santa Felicita

which features in it an artwork depicting Christ being taken down from the cross.

It’s by Jacopo Pontormo, entitled The Deposition, an example of 16th century “Mannerist” style, which I invite you to look up for yourselves, By this stage, whilst being grateful for all the great things we’d seen and photographed, I found that my brain was full and my stomach was empty. So I for one was grateful when she left us at a recommended pizzeria, Casella 18, where we had a Nice Lunch. I recommend the Pizza Diavola (note the correct gendering here – British Diavolo pizzas have been misgendered for years).

Refreshed, we decided that we should attempt to get inside various parts of the cathedral complex, as we are gluttons for punishment as well as pizza. Amazingly, we managed to get tickets to go into the cathedral, the baptistry and the museum. We got them in a rather random fashion; looking for the ticket office, we stumbled across a helpful young lady who said that things were mainly sold out but the her colleague over there could sort us out a ticket for only 20 Euros each. Her colleague could indeed, but only for cash (which, remarkably, I had to hand). I thought at first that we were being conned, but no, it appeared to be legit.

Several astonishing moments then transpired: the enormous queues we had seen earlier evaporated; the fact that we were dressed in sandals was not, after all, a Dress Code Problem, and they didn’t mind me toting my penknife around with me inside any of these things. So we had a full house of cathedralness. First the main cathedral building, which is not, frankly, as awe-inspiring as one might have thought, given the outside, but it has some photogenic corners,

some nice marble flooring

with overtones of the almond shape,

some decent stained glass

and a wonderfully painted ceiling, a depiction of the Last Judgement, commissioned by Grand Duke Cosimo, on the inside of the cupola.

Actually, there was far more of a “wow” factor in the next-door Baptistry of Saint John. The origins of this building lie in the 11th or 12th centuries, although the remains of a large structure dating from Roman times lie beneath it.

The outside, principally white marble and green-black serpentinite, is not as exciting as the cathedral; but the inside is very eye-catching. Regrettably, the mosaic ceiling was under maintentance, so one couldn’t see the whole thing, which apparently looks like this;

Completed between towards the end of the 12th century, the ten million tesserae form Byzantine-style depictions of the lives of Joseph, Mary, Christ and John the Baptist, and the Last Judgement. We could see portions of it

outside the scaffolding

and other details of the building were simply wonderful,

and the marble floor tiling was lovely.

Our final stop was in the museum, which Jane particularly wanted to visit in order to see the “Florentine Pieta”, the scupture of Christ being taken down from the cross originally made by Michelangelo to decorate his own tomb. But first we had to find it, which involved bumbling around all three floors of a very museum-like building,

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occasionally taking note of details such as replicas of the Adam and Eve panels from the campanile

and various important doors,

and, in my case, being shouted at for crossing a rope to take a photo. In the end, all that climbing stairs was wasted, as the sculpture of Christ being taken from the cross by Nicodemus (whose face is considered to be a self-portrait), Mary and Mary Magdalene, was in a separate room on the ground floor, where I was admonished for standing on a bench to get a better angle. But here it is again

to round off a longish, satisfying and content-rich day. I apologise for the profusion of photos, but hope that, even if you got bored and skipped a few, you got an impression of the richness of art and architecture throughout the city. Since the plan is to visit the Uffizi Gallery tomorrow, there wil be even more, so brace yourselves!