Souvenir shops are full of rooster-shaped bells, rooster-painted tiles, rooster flags, rooster plates. Rooster corkscrews.On today's visit to Lisbon's dewy-fantastical-mountain-etched neighbor city, Sintra, I found two live roosters.
Since I was alone in a keen hillside park when I heard the clucks, my small cry of delight at this novelty was mostly swallowed by the park's boulders and wood chips. Amused and thrilled by the roosters and their sweet park, I hung out for a bit. The roosters posed. Clucked. Dug a few arbitrary piles of dirt. Mesmerizing.
When the roosters disappeared behind some trees, I continued up the path, and kept hiking a few miles up to the crest of the mountain, to catch the beautiful gardens of Palacio da Pena [photo left]. Ask me about 'em.Flight to Dublin-New-York-Chicago tomorrow!
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