The city was just getting going. The streets are so narrow that when a delivery is happening, you just wait until it's done, with the obligatory posturing of course.
Always interesting sights around corners, enticing you on to the next one.
Does this remind you of the Karoo?
The different train stations have dramatically different designs and always feature tiles.
We hopped onto a train heading 19 miles out of town to Cascais, alongside Estoril and part of the Portuguese Riviera.
Though it's on the Atlantic coast, the town has a distinctive Mediterranean feel about it. The sunshine helps.
The sea was like a pond and we actually went swimming! Though the water was cold, after the initial shock, it was wonderful. The beach had filled up in the time we were there and the range of sizes, shapes and ages was extraordinary.
After drying off we went up to the restaurant overlooking the beach for lunch - what a view. Paella and white wine, idyllic.
I hadn't notice the paving before! Under certain conditions it could make you quite seasick.
By this stage it was really hot and we headed back to the station with the intention of hopping off at Estoril to have a look around but the heat was stifling so we just bought ice creams and waited for the next train back to Lisbon.
The sign to look out for when your feet are really sore and there is a very big hill to climb on the way home - the Metro.
There are many buildings in really bad repair around the city and this has to be one of the worst - but people live here!
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