We backtracked and eventually entered a narrow alley of former factories, storerooms and workshops that now occupy an assortment of funky bars, restaurants, boutiques and art spaces. I finally asked a shopkeeper and sure enough, we’d walked right past the LxFactory. Once off the bus, we fumbled around, not knowing exactly what we were looking for. We soon found ourselves in an industrial area overlooked by a massive bridge, which I now know is the Alcântara neighborhood and the 25 de Abril Bridge, which connects Lisbon to the south of Portugal and the beaches of Costa da Caparica.Įvidently, Alcântara was once a thriving port, but is now a nightlife hub, consisting of trendy eateries and clubs in the converted warehouses of Santo Amaro Docks. Unable to choose between the tiramisu and the panna cotta for dessert, we opted for both, oink, oink ( €38).Īfter lunch we sought out the stop for bus 714, which would take us to The LxFactory, which I’d read is “an array of arty retailers and unique restaurants” housed in an historical industrial complex. I ordered the Penne Arrabiata, which was a bit plain and bland, but Bill ordered a delicious creamy, bacony, cheezy baked pasta dish that I had trouble keeping my fork out of. Instead we settled in at an outdoor table at the nearby Don Costini where we had a lovely wine infused pasta lunch. The market was much like the Mercado we’d enjoyed in Coimbra, but on a larger and considerably busier scale. Even without COVID we’d have given it a pass crowds are just not our scene. We poked our heads in, but had no interest in trying to wrangle a spot at a communal table potentially surrounded by COVID breathing strangers. The place was a complete and utter zoo, absolutely heaving. I’d not heard of it until shortly before our trip, and because we were hungry, we decided to seek it out for lunch. I wasn’t sure what to expect, knowing only that the Time Out Market was a popular food venue. Upon arrival at Cais do Sodré, and after asking a passerby, we were pointed in the direction of the market. We were in bumper-to-bumper traffic for the entire journey, making us wonder if bus 732 was stuck in traffic. So, instead, we hopped on the 736 bus and were on our way…sort of. Once at the correct bus stop, we waited.and waited.and waited. We couldn’t find the right stop, so after a bit of wandering up and down various hills, we caught a bus back to Rossio, planning to take the 732 bus to Cais do Sodré. Bill was lukewarm said he’d have enjoyed it more if there was some explanation on how the tiles were made, etc, but I was in tile photo-taking heaven.Īfterwards, on a whim, we tried to figure out which bus to take to the Time Out Market. We took the 759 bus to the stop nearest the tile museum, then walked the remaining short distance, arriving well before the museum opened at 10, putting us third and fourth in line ( €5 each). We’d earmarked today for the museum knowing it was closed on Easter Sunday and Mondays. This is the day I’d been looking forward to, our visit to the Museu Nacional do Azulejo.
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