On our third morning in Lisbon, we cleared out of our pensao and went to the city bus stop for the route to the edge of town.
|The bridge at the Parque des Nacoes|
|A pipeline bridge--we didn't actually need to cross that one!|
|Most of that day's walking was through the river valley and the swamps. We did a lot of levee walking.|
We were so tired we didn't care much that we couldn't find dinner when we went looking. (Too early? Too late? Dunno.) The train station there had beautiful tiles.