Saturday, August 09, 2014
It seems to me that it takes three days to really understand a place. The first day is always foreign, the second day is promising and exciting, and the third day you sort of settle in. That's how I felt today. I still couldn't find my way around the city, but I feel like I understand the patterns of it; the sounds, the people, the energy. I like Lisbon. It's colorful and energetic and honest.
We started the day at the Gulbenkian Museum. It's a relatively small museum, but it spans 4,000 years of art history in one wandering wing. And what it lacks in quantity it certainly makes up for in quality - I saw some things in there that stuck with me the rest of the day. I sent Joseph and Miles on a scavenger hunt (let's just say this: museums aren't their bag and they aren't afraid to let you know - growling, hunched shoulders, ipads, you get the point) They had to find ten objects that I specified in the museum and take pictures of them. Once they had all ten they could crash in the lobby and read their books. Here are a few objects they had to find:
This 3rd Dynasty Egyptian bowl. Alabaster - made for ointments. 4,000 years old.
5th Century Greek vase. Terracotta - featuring the abduction of Phoebe! And some naked dudes.
Portrait of an Old Man, by Rembrandt.
St. Catherine, by Rogier van der Weydon.
Boy Blowing Bubbles, by Edouard Manet, 1867.
This statue of Diana - scandalously nude! (she's normally not.) Jean-Antoine Houdon, 1780.
The streets were busy with people coming and going; it was Saturday night. People had plans. We certainly had ours. We found the Fado A Severa and settled in for a nice meal. The place was lit with candles, and the linens were white and pressed. Waiters were attentive and pleasant. We had a great conversation until the lights dimmed and the musicians arrived.