tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74711833506435534402024-03-05T12:44:25.693+00:00viajantedecasascostasViajar, travel, voyager... com uma casa de rodas por essas estradas fora... AC, Campingcar, motorhome: por Portugal, Europa, Mundo. Relatos e imagens de como viajar com a casa às costas.E também palavras sobre coisas que gosto...Paula Vidigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02144509052850439515noreply@blogger.comBlogger424125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471183350643553440.post-42146161121869998202023-09-06T15:20:00.001+01:002023-09-06T15:20:12.719+01:00Por este rio abaixo<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">A arte xávega não é pintura, não é escultura, não é dança,
mas implica uma rede de cerco e um saco cónico para capturar o peixe prateado, a
partir do engenho do homem e da sua força braçal, com a ajuda dos bois. Pratica-se,
ainda hoje, em Portugal, ao longo do litoral norte português.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Em criança, lembro-me dos bois na praia de Vieira de Leiria a
puxarem as redes, mas nunca ninguém me explicou que fazia parte de uma arte. Hoje,
substituindo os bois, os tratores lá estão, ora puxando ora estendidos na areia,
lazeirando quando a faina termina ou, se o mar e a meteorologia o não
permitirem. Na segunda quinzena de agosto, não pudemos ver o puxar das redes, “o
mar estava bravo”, palavras de pescador, “Só lá para quinta-feira”. (E ainda só
era sábado).<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG9myXsPX7buU--mUT2IJEwAXlPasRo5B-EQBJ6vTtvWSIaFBqxgc8K87bEGPWChid6w8AHDImFLTFEO6YssOiE4CrYc7NbA5zsHilFQWo6Gq9uMpFqtIrESfeKTEe2ZfFHzw5bMLCYPhUNWxizTkA507t-u2Q-4lO8s6AfncSi94wM_Jqw_pZGIMQBlk/s2591/20230826_183049.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2591" data-original-width="1483" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG9myXsPX7buU--mUT2IJEwAXlPasRo5B-EQBJ6vTtvWSIaFBqxgc8K87bEGPWChid6w8AHDImFLTFEO6YssOiE4CrYc7NbA5zsHilFQWo6Gq9uMpFqtIrESfeKTEe2ZfFHzw5bMLCYPhUNWxizTkA507t-u2Q-4lO8s6AfncSi94wM_Jqw_pZGIMQBlk/s320/20230826_183049.jpg" width="183" /></a></div><br /><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Já na Figueira da Foz, mais concretamente na Costa de Lavos, dias
antes, a labuta xávega aconteceu.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Em qualquer destas localidades costeiras, o mar, como fruto
do rendimento, era complementado com a ajuda da terra. Os pinhais, do outro
lado do mar, davam a camarinha, vendida pelas mulheres dos pescadores nas
praias, ao jeito de saquinhos de tremoço. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Isto no tempo em que a procura de banhos se torna
moda, (e no tempo em que os pinhais não eram devorados pelos incêndios), e estas
populações, não enriquecendo com os frutos do mar nem com os da terra, viraram
as mãos para a nova galinha dos ovos de ouro, alugando quartos, <i>rooms</i>, <i>zimmers</i>.
Hoje, apesar do turismo, Vieira de Leiria continua a ser pobre, quer de vidas quer
urbanisticamente. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Mais acima, na zona de Ílhavo, a Praia da Costa Nova, com mar
de um lado e rio de outro, teve o engenho e arte de adotar os antigos palheiros
para habitações de férias que hoje apetecem e são capa de muitos <i>reels</i> e
<i>Instagram</i> de numerosos turistas. Se esta seria e é procurada por
famílias da cidade com bolsos de linho branco mais desafogados e agora também pelos
turistas, Vieira seria e continua a ser a pátria de gente da Terra, e dos emigrantes
que a ela regressam nos meses de verão.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtSembnUc0iTbuOFR5FCAsS2D_hRYHCj07Kb2S-IibeqIAWKMvspUmnQuwL7P9X1sZ9eFmzh6EfNzTHiXRafnE-vyMtOqWe3R8UjOm0C3cXv0Y_h28TxQL4PoQ2fVavrIOAzVtjPwAPi765k8BTm5JTed4pCvY2L7dmK9iF0doHuSHVEY_NNe9Wnd4bvc/s4000/20230824_175451.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="1800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtSembnUc0iTbuOFR5FCAsS2D_hRYHCj07Kb2S-IibeqIAWKMvspUmnQuwL7P9X1sZ9eFmzh6EfNzTHiXRafnE-vyMtOqWe3R8UjOm0C3cXv0Y_h28TxQL4PoQ2fVavrIOAzVtjPwAPi765k8BTm5JTed4pCvY2L7dmK9iF0doHuSHVEY_NNe9Wnd4bvc/s320/20230824_175451.jpg" width="144" /></a></div><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Seja como for, de Ílhavo ou de Vieira de Leiria (Murtosa ou
Ovar), muitos pescadores partiram. Durante os meses de Inverno, a partir de
meados do século 18, aí vinham eles Rio abaixo, Tejo abaixo, tornando-se nos “nómadas
do Rio”, como os batizou Alves Redol. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Instalaram-se em aldeias como Palhota e Escaroupim,
no Ribatejo, à procura de outros frutos do mar- o sável e a lampreia substituiriam
o carapau e a sardinha. E foi nesses locais que ergueram as suas palafitas, nascendo
assim as aldeias avieiras.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAF97xRaRn6a74BBxQlkev-C-VeqsOPaUxksQs36rXjmlQF92UnpkQ6ldVZAFxl0JuIRbkxa4vrncIow3hcL2Km6-jGW7pQC-wbcTBJO_Uu8l-xmsY56nIQFXzR8UGCL1mhaPSRdjvOBLfKy8ZtaFfQlsk99IDp3TE97nuIUTvMB8JAM0WHaTirVmNONE/s4000/20230829_160856.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="1800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAF97xRaRn6a74BBxQlkev-C-VeqsOPaUxksQs36rXjmlQF92UnpkQ6ldVZAFxl0JuIRbkxa4vrncIow3hcL2Km6-jGW7pQC-wbcTBJO_Uu8l-xmsY56nIQFXzR8UGCL1mhaPSRdjvOBLfKy8ZtaFfQlsk99IDp3TE97nuIUTvMB8JAM0WHaTirVmNONE/s320/20230829_160856.jpg" width="144" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Escaroupim ainda lá está, preservando algumas dessas
palafitas e reunindo, num pequeno museu, a história do Rio e das suas gentes.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQrxZi76oqIsR5aFb2WAOMf7Z6_k13m6hAWMD5TtGm4KQ4hHkk2d9b21dufdQQOKnd7i-3V5e8EVX2DOpHp3lpBE7WNE0D4OZn-92BDsfqPPR_TT3W3LDrjRmf-R8yOGyDOB2wGDhDd4FGiXpG2LwVH04b2YOQpi8Ndp2IFouuqz6EJR0sKgVHGLuVAtU/s4970/DSC_0519.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="4970" height="258" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQrxZi76oqIsR5aFb2WAOMf7Z6_k13m6hAWMD5TtGm4KQ4hHkk2d9b21dufdQQOKnd7i-3V5e8EVX2DOpHp3lpBE7WNE0D4OZn-92BDsfqPPR_TT3W3LDrjRmf-R8yOGyDOB2wGDhDd4FGiXpG2LwVH04b2YOQpi8Ndp2IFouuqz6EJR0sKgVHGLuVAtU/s320/DSC_0519.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTkjD2Yq6-w18PQf7NDJgNjSP2DHBF29SW9WysUi_2WhhwzsAHWfE6Bhl_Jqw4nEDx517OIkfJ00mGNwFjN-B8BaUQWEXTozmc7TWl2oOVNRo_hubse65ZXerx1a1mQ2rtPdKpxOkaVuFk-kNUH8vwdeaLA2wVEe7yC-iZFLalz9ReDzhgf5e2TzUOsVw/s3100/20230829_155821.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3100" data-original-width="1800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTkjD2Yq6-w18PQf7NDJgNjSP2DHBF29SW9WysUi_2WhhwzsAHWfE6Bhl_Jqw4nEDx517OIkfJ00mGNwFjN-B8BaUQWEXTozmc7TWl2oOVNRo_hubse65ZXerx1a1mQ2rtPdKpxOkaVuFk-kNUH8vwdeaLA2wVEe7yC-iZFLalz9ReDzhgf5e2TzUOsVw/s320/20230829_155821.jpg" width="186" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">As embarcações lá continuam embaladas pelas ondas do tejo e
alguns dos descendentes vieirenses lançaram mão a outras aventuras, rio acima rio
abaixo. Falo das visitas guiadas (Rio-a-Dentro), um simpático passeio que
varia entre uma e duas horas, contemplando as cores do Tejo, admirando as ilhas
da Garça, do Cavalo e ainda as povoações ribeirinhas.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlTdKdMhqxkvC05n9fn4J-7j0aMo2qR7Ry6JBAHaHEu09wHwE82HeaJ37MAzTGlBSAL3nV_kuj8ujrSJxBI6yQeVqKNUBEJi-0GiV6OCrzbIjbd8aXBHKDWsOQSgzE2kIjfI8KkfNq9N2_5eIP3zOtYOV09FaQqmyvfDje0EcvFpAIIXNDo3iQ7cDPM3s/s6000/DSC_0505.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlTdKdMhqxkvC05n9fn4J-7j0aMo2qR7Ry6JBAHaHEu09wHwE82HeaJ37MAzTGlBSAL3nV_kuj8ujrSJxBI6yQeVqKNUBEJi-0GiV6OCrzbIjbd8aXBHKDWsOQSgzE2kIjfI8KkfNq9N2_5eIP3zOtYOV09FaQqmyvfDje0EcvFpAIIXNDo3iQ7cDPM3s/s320/DSC_0505.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj91IJadFT-gSKDmvOa3Wc-Sty8hgIu1rBh0giXM8afLlEC1l5e8Nm1NUobk7mV_drPbbUXfdZk-mSf_p1lTyqJUeluuUamu_AwWcw79buhQcVLhtmIwpWfeGabeftv0xE6crqFRBTWR3tr2mJ_6AZrqmRkZ5COpHHW9yC30Zqhk9vOgMa3hezXs4Gchws/s6000/DSC_0521.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj91IJadFT-gSKDmvOa3Wc-Sty8hgIu1rBh0giXM8afLlEC1l5e8Nm1NUobk7mV_drPbbUXfdZk-mSf_p1lTyqJUeluuUamu_AwWcw79buhQcVLhtmIwpWfeGabeftv0xE6crqFRBTWR3tr2mJ_6AZrqmRkZ5COpHHW9yC30Zqhk9vOgMa3hezXs4Gchws/s320/DSC_0521.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdwBNCD3V_Kzm4WFyXspxqVSwr41sXw7Zc0LsoogpGxGjEQHZHSdNeK3W4QzdAUeRGPjnqqkAbkmGiCP6DNTgVW2gXPD47Q7L3O-noAifvn49dqfeqSgfuYHXRRVAmR0OIwP_bI_FVPMhGrVnd6VY8zHUYwG6T-pu9mzP7DUJ85wFvA4B77xzl8KaOzkw/s6000/DSC_0520.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdwBNCD3V_Kzm4WFyXspxqVSwr41sXw7Zc0LsoogpGxGjEQHZHSdNeK3W4QzdAUeRGPjnqqkAbkmGiCP6DNTgVW2gXPD47Q7L3O-noAifvn49dqfeqSgfuYHXRRVAmR0OIwP_bI_FVPMhGrVnd6VY8zHUYwG6T-pu9mzP7DUJ85wFvA4B77xzl8KaOzkw/s320/DSC_0520.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Conselho de autocaravanista: se lá forem no verão, aproveitem
para descansar e refrescar na piscina do parque de campismo de Escaroupim, um
espaço simples, à espera de renovações e de mais visitantes. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6fsar2Wb8MJPRWPQ8lT9evRhzUdm1RdDZdKTJJUKToQOvatreytV4Zs5y82oRr7rUaJpdTGQol8TQ7irbilNo7E2Jd41LpMwp_zUZRyEkiLxfNAJSdQ9CtnzIx3O_R9w3zpIEMxJAI1CPLKuK8y32v7XFw-4xrTm02ISYjfn1-qWGXRZDqK8KvxdFu0E/s2761/20230829_165837.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2761" data-original-width="1800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6fsar2Wb8MJPRWPQ8lT9evRhzUdm1RdDZdKTJJUKToQOvatreytV4Zs5y82oRr7rUaJpdTGQol8TQ7irbilNo7E2Jd41LpMwp_zUZRyEkiLxfNAJSdQ9CtnzIx3O_R9w3zpIEMxJAI1CPLKuK8y32v7XFw-4xrTm02ISYjfn1-qWGXRZDqK8KvxdFu0E/s320/20230829_165837.jpg" width="209" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7iHP4FvY0mr_2kWTEHkI6y0Ezj-4l8fqHwxLIWnZdN2_eyCBIPQljukWchZVIf9BQA4uVKtNRM8M0-Z_sEH87X9q3ziw2Ci6RG9IOIpubRWdsqngF_3IXOTidtvRF2yVKqqyd1B0p7eL76OhgjqfjdRdG3WCZv5iyOAUSO3Po1I2XZT0kYCIAdRUmT_k/s4000/20230830_140658.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="1800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7iHP4FvY0mr_2kWTEHkI6y0Ezj-4l8fqHwxLIWnZdN2_eyCBIPQljukWchZVIf9BQA4uVKtNRM8M0-Z_sEH87X9q3ziw2Ci6RG9IOIpubRWdsqngF_3IXOTidtvRF2yVKqqyd1B0p7eL76OhgjqfjdRdG3WCZv5iyOAUSO3Po1I2XZT0kYCIAdRUmT_k/s320/20230830_140658.jpg" width="144" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span><p></p>Paula Vidigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02144509052850439515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471183350643553440.post-88121485108652601482023-09-01T17:56:00.001+01:002023-09-01T17:56:19.270+01:00Até já!<p><br /></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Edimburgo (pronunciada Edimbrá), capital da Escócia, aquela
que muitos imaginam escura e chuvosa, é, ao invés, colorida, festiva e alegre.
Foi em agosto, o que não será igual a janeiro, suponho. Mas, se no inverno há
seguramente frio e mais chuva, a sua magia permanecerá intacta, aposto!<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">No verão, a partir de 2 de agosto até final do mês, numa mão,
Edimburgo recebe, desde 1934, o festival marginal, “The Fringe”. Nesse período
hospeda cerca de um milhão de visitantes, tornando-se um autêntico formigueiro
festivo, composto pelos artistas que a ela concorrem assim como pelo público
sedento da alegria das artes do espetáculo.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 18.6667px;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDb97XFL407i3NwoNnMfJSTfNV2PuH76gfD5WMZLHHJRsM4iJYR201-ayNXC25NfeVcx0CQ6f146PYvUYPrOKSbPwMWhL8n-rKaaGNdYfgMmQMAd8iwsVdivMZLTRfI3Ppdsh6nAYofCGU3vsdDhopvdPKl8nCBy-XXM0XZOm-lNpF0QjjQ5YUk6LSD2o/s6000/DSC_0009.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDb97XFL407i3NwoNnMfJSTfNV2PuH76gfD5WMZLHHJRsM4iJYR201-ayNXC25NfeVcx0CQ6f146PYvUYPrOKSbPwMWhL8n-rKaaGNdYfgMmQMAd8iwsVdivMZLTRfI3Ppdsh6nAYofCGU3vsdDhopvdPKl8nCBy-XXM0XZOm-lNpF0QjjQ5YUk6LSD2o/s320/DSC_0009.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Muitos espetáculos são de rua, grátis, outros decorrem nas
chamadas “venues”. Estas são às centenas em palcos ao ar livre ou em salas de
espetáculo, como igrejas, bares... </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq5Z4aR2KuDA9nhDr2o3C0FNj0JsGAJ1U3X7ZzzHVH_7iBMED_PK6tI1BOtk-9dlhX8W8g-rMn1f-3RC9MMhdYqMp3ct2WSlG9q44jByxjZ2byVsIDj1xgdr08imaF5_GQodh0Pl3HWLC9_YyLc-_KHPeuQB4RwAhBObB4jMnaqHedolbubtWPlurQkzk/s6000/DSC_0353.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq5Z4aR2KuDA9nhDr2o3C0FNj0JsGAJ1U3X7ZzzHVH_7iBMED_PK6tI1BOtk-9dlhX8W8g-rMn1f-3RC9MMhdYqMp3ct2WSlG9q44jByxjZ2byVsIDj1xgdr08imaF5_GQodh0Pl3HWLC9_YyLc-_KHPeuQB4RwAhBObB4jMnaqHedolbubtWPlurQkzk/s320/DSC_0353.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZWbuycl6p-q5hSLt0BfRDyUlG1RJozDZQdQ242tvMUidgPF4jeKD8QquBiFWw1NWzGyW4VSgMzdNmkEhRgu9auzI2dJ0HLYu3Y26K1gxoFOYzLn3sJ3SYX_am8Br8v13XCzJIL-PHP1Wf4O5cQbQrDNzHOXsCnniVyXz2yv59lJdIhy-je_T8zWyCvmA/s6000/DSC_0436.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZWbuycl6p-q5hSLt0BfRDyUlG1RJozDZQdQ242tvMUidgPF4jeKD8QquBiFWw1NWzGyW4VSgMzdNmkEhRgu9auzI2dJ0HLYu3Y26K1gxoFOYzLn3sJ3SYX_am8Br8v13XCzJIL-PHP1Wf4O5cQbQrDNzHOXsCnniVyXz2yv59lJdIhy-je_T8zWyCvmA/s320/DSC_0436.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Os espetáculos são igualmente às centenas,
tornando a escolha uma verdadeira odisseia, dentro de um cardápio que engloba
música, dança, teatro, magia, comédia... Aliás, a palavra “comédia” é que
colocou este festival um pouco à margem, porque havia quem não lhe atribuísse
qualidade, mas depois da Grande Guerra as pessoas precisavam de divertimento e
alegria. Agora, a alegria extravasa para as ruas com as técnicas criativas de
publicidade usadas pelos artistas para cativarem público. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgEM3pk4M6r7Ik94ueekJ6CFpF9SoEcWIR143kOA7XLI-FEsbGRLL0i37V0Rr1et7IDWhMOiO9L91saFfaEcb5TTJ_8cFf99xFfjpeLGnYnttyHe-MdGaYdPd91tbfb7IU1mSAfQ1CCW8a_rBO4uZ5WhaPPmhRkY0dyqiwRHr9mSRCtTDXrwCZIdnggOQ/s6000/DSC_0444.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgEM3pk4M6r7Ik94ueekJ6CFpF9SoEcWIR143kOA7XLI-FEsbGRLL0i37V0Rr1et7IDWhMOiO9L91saFfaEcb5TTJ_8cFf99xFfjpeLGnYnttyHe-MdGaYdPd91tbfb7IU1mSAfQ1CCW8a_rBO4uZ5WhaPPmhRkY0dyqiwRHr9mSRCtTDXrwCZIdnggOQ/s320/DSC_0444.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Na outra mão, Edimburgo oferece a sua monumentalidade
histórica e arquitetónica, com dezenas de museus, jardins sorridentes, ruas espaçosas
de uma arquitetura majestosa. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFwdnsBxHxBP4vQFuLFJryK_DjDZsJ6X9ooepvxcVkid6RY4iw2HSyrm5RgVudMJgQcX6LU9HXwwEogaj1u8ZOolaxXHfmfNxg8IN2zr_sR1UcpC_8mWz3j3S2sD9wz18md7_RjBKdO6mB-IEE-7LVc-YjSgPpecyqpytwsF1BbPqHk37jF_Ghk41zcGo/s6000/DSC_0329.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFwdnsBxHxBP4vQFuLFJryK_DjDZsJ6X9ooepvxcVkid6RY4iw2HSyrm5RgVudMJgQcX6LU9HXwwEogaj1u8ZOolaxXHfmfNxg8IN2zr_sR1UcpC_8mWz3j3S2sD9wz18md7_RjBKdO6mB-IEE-7LVc-YjSgPpecyqpytwsF1BbPqHk37jF_Ghk41zcGo/s320/DSC_0329.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrIS18T6C3wttGC-saJWkpd2M1j9OTYcHlDwVFz46bzn4wxAjWDYXqjw3v-6woyiVqPPMmmSEWRVPf2sDZzSQDe0vGr90BCAT2cHm6lcX5mD7406_GSOJdKOw2KxTdUQ5yMspdPaOma9KB4d23MPgVCefOjl1ordAUOO7I0tsd-cTNYRv3CoJZNmp8DXg/s6000/DSC_0335.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrIS18T6C3wttGC-saJWkpd2M1j9OTYcHlDwVFz46bzn4wxAjWDYXqjw3v-6woyiVqPPMmmSEWRVPf2sDZzSQDe0vGr90BCAT2cHm6lcX5mD7406_GSOJdKOw2KxTdUQ5yMspdPaOma9KB4d23MPgVCefOjl1ordAUOO7I0tsd-cTNYRv3CoJZNmp8DXg/s320/DSC_0335.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">A cidade é como que dividida ao meio pelos jardins de Princes
Street; na parte de cima, espreita e ergue-se a Old Town, uma pincelada
medieval e gótica.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwHOlS5aaCjhUfcDJjvvyPW1l7hCfYtL9uRCP1P5xvCF2K2Y74UAF_-HNPURZAhdti7Z1cV9rwaBRmX1BEeHQnljEsuTcl4yR_L3-X3GYYDyajjI5U1xCg-e6z0Ca2rYlI91N1Mw9RGqTprivo7l0xpRu3HSxXyoLoxfrDvtBwm2rgQ9bcpDtS_3C5_9w/s6000/DSC_0001.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwHOlS5aaCjhUfcDJjvvyPW1l7hCfYtL9uRCP1P5xvCF2K2Y74UAF_-HNPURZAhdti7Z1cV9rwaBRmX1BEeHQnljEsuTcl4yR_L3-X3GYYDyajjI5U1xCg-e6z0Ca2rYlI91N1Mw9RGqTprivo7l0xpRu3HSxXyoLoxfrDvtBwm2rgQ9bcpDtS_3C5_9w/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCQDKgkbq_xzcrgcIPI3v_DpOJVDQR0xyd34CSeXZ3tp26Mmf6A9OiSCDbjsCAQwcJRTKxm1UPbIRFUNS28bPKmqJg0q5cuV3n3_rH7PO-JE5f7Sq1bHaOJwEizAwEeH1GozczC99zllQjS43Nq5eQB9cAIESRu6P_KZeb6WcBh23iRwFxrHSAPGmkGw4/s6000/DSC_0323.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCQDKgkbq_xzcrgcIPI3v_DpOJVDQR0xyd34CSeXZ3tp26Mmf6A9OiSCDbjsCAQwcJRTKxm1UPbIRFUNS28bPKmqJg0q5cuV3n3_rH7PO-JE5f7Sq1bHaOJwEizAwEeH1GozczC99zllQjS43Nq5eQB9cAIESRu6P_KZeb6WcBh23iRwFxrHSAPGmkGw4/s320/DSC_0323.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">É nesta parte que fica a famosa Victoria Street, a rua de
lojas coloridas que correm numa ligeira curva a qual dizem ter servido de
inspiração para a Diagon Alley, da saga Harry Potter (tenho muita pena, mas
nestas coisas sou muito adolescente e reparo sempre nelas).<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEZQPbWsFEzvsRwliM8Yg8CN4n6VNgd5cLy7TFKxOV-EWxW448BE0AarXFfzDKC-BXhpSXFd-rEsnG6DUiKyjVX7ddomvWLAjL2qmn4eDNCk6k2bFluoW5D03s3wV2WKgImRQhgUYZxHRcjR2-MRYws1KxhgqL9SZ5fNWipn6gom_XlB0Zj4R1yX8DTy8/s6000/DSC_0013.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEZQPbWsFEzvsRwliM8Yg8CN4n6VNgd5cLy7TFKxOV-EWxW448BE0AarXFfzDKC-BXhpSXFd-rEsnG6DUiKyjVX7ddomvWLAjL2qmn4eDNCk6k2bFluoW5D03s3wV2WKgImRQhgUYZxHRcjR2-MRYws1KxhgqL9SZ5fNWipn6gom_XlB0Zj4R1yX8DTy8/s320/DSC_0013.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDt9Tenm_kDGs2nJk3bEM3V6l2uzd9rsPCyyvMQjNbl4t9bwGnnCZuvCzktZmkP3w_LAocZ4Fp9G2NEctykhjceYmB2v6MBjPYEn4qmrKjozpYt7AR-XI9J_NFnmLT4Bmvuu57WdxtIkbKh4eznRsVLu31Xs1tLZUQE-fRUZyJK_U5D_dzme4JWIkiP5E/s6000/DSC_0026.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDt9Tenm_kDGs2nJk3bEM3V6l2uzd9rsPCyyvMQjNbl4t9bwGnnCZuvCzktZmkP3w_LAocZ4Fp9G2NEctykhjceYmB2v6MBjPYEn4qmrKjozpYt7AR-XI9J_NFnmLT4Bmvuu57WdxtIkbKh4eznRsVLu31Xs1tLZUQE-fRUZyJK_U5D_dzme4JWIkiP5E/s320/DSC_0026.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Descendo a rua chega-se a Grassmarket, praça da qual se
avista o deslumbrante castelo de Edimburgo (neste capítulo, não sejam tolos
como eu! Esqueci-me completamente que os bilhetes podiam esgotar, o que é
perfeitamente lógico com um milhão de visitantes… fiquei enraivecida porque nem
se tem direito a entrar no átrio do mesmo. Em parte, porque este é ocupado pelo
recinto que serve de palco à parada militar exibida todas as noites, plateia
essa que mais parece um estádio de Quidditch, a qual, obviamente, só é montado
no verão.)<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYBrICw-2c-dj07x8ndJOGdx_zSS8D5W9Xipk4-BP99GTPZxhLpUNCZ7Vx-A6KfMHenmM_4S8Pl6k3XvEO7bKahO774yPnOkdtg2ugdaD6D9lEG9VRl5i_3X3-Nxr1tvL8mcMHR4ijdhn7V6hL32B0BzLjw9eckgHHzVo8Vun59IK2Uk1d60YaIOl05wM/s6000/DSC_0019.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYBrICw-2c-dj07x8ndJOGdx_zSS8D5W9Xipk4-BP99GTPZxhLpUNCZ7Vx-A6KfMHenmM_4S8Pl6k3XvEO7bKahO774yPnOkdtg2ugdaD6D9lEG9VRl5i_3X3-Nxr1tvL8mcMHR4ijdhn7V6hL32B0BzLjw9eckgHHzVo8Vun59IK2Uk1d60YaIOl05wM/s320/DSC_0019.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqFJaKAup6cJpVQs5EwtbNWrE7ymZIx_JUbWxpoIMOlA2z75YhHBKW32UxK8gMKzimW9HtXWhKOBndgivC0_3GDh5hN-hqXQuEli_GyN7TJPung9V0_hucKI-qZ_3FdrQ4vmxvI-QuFk2LMkKPLiofMmcIwSzL3TTp_0vR3KTfXwh1jtgS2iWcaH7A2YY/s6000/DSC_0315.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqFJaKAup6cJpVQs5EwtbNWrE7ymZIx_JUbWxpoIMOlA2z75YhHBKW32UxK8gMKzimW9HtXWhKOBndgivC0_3GDh5hN-hqXQuEli_GyN7TJPung9V0_hucKI-qZ_3FdrQ4vmxvI-QuFk2LMkKPLiofMmcIwSzL3TTp_0vR3KTfXwh1jtgS2iWcaH7A2YY/s320/DSC_0315.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFsLwvuJnJcW4UCiZWBXYwtkad38lVgGiQ4Lxw2vImj3xTtePbi2ky0IzCpx-aYQGLNF6KW7tB5b26W-sus1qvVdaSG0GD_RwUbQxQjFwAzXIO9986k3oTPWPRoIRh83-6dP835x-qzAyZZr00DQTuGgzF_JYT7dqE55RWx9-fCaR9ci12rd_fqKhV7F4/s6000/DSC_0319.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFsLwvuJnJcW4UCiZWBXYwtkad38lVgGiQ4Lxw2vImj3xTtePbi2ky0IzCpx-aYQGLNF6KW7tB5b26W-sus1qvVdaSG0GD_RwUbQxQjFwAzXIO9986k3oTPWPRoIRh83-6dP835x-qzAyZZr00DQTuGgzF_JYT7dqE55RWx9-fCaR9ci12rd_fqKhV7F4/s320/DSC_0319.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Perto, fica também o cemitério Greyfriars, paredes meias com
várias habitações e palco de uma das lendas da cidade que envolve um homem e o
seu fiel amigo, o cão Bobby. O canídeo terá passado 14 anos guardando o túmulo
do seu dono e era acariciado pelos habitantes. Teve depois honras com a sua própria
sepultura à entrada da igreja do cemitério e ainda uma fonte e estátua na rua
em frente ao pub com o seu nome. Agora são os turistas a afagar-lhe o nariz,
ato que bloqueia a rua e que deve fazer com que os nativos (e não só) muito
resmunguem. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWw2A-4H3wYsp_tXTO5HrODV1Ww6RAUaPlVtSO_mr0PoN-nII8KBBSxdDC0nqr06eHaK2OWL3UWGAMtkTggQT_HAJO3uaUhM_iC_o_llRfPFGWxbnU3czPm5gMHrsp-LPU3UEXdgw37BbVHf1MszM5iXmn0u0-QiKMFgRjnHreNmquYtO-ttW-6vKgbRg/s6000/DSC_0343.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWw2A-4H3wYsp_tXTO5HrODV1Ww6RAUaPlVtSO_mr0PoN-nII8KBBSxdDC0nqr06eHaK2OWL3UWGAMtkTggQT_HAJO3uaUhM_iC_o_llRfPFGWxbnU3czPm5gMHrsp-LPU3UEXdgw37BbVHf1MszM5iXmn0u0-QiKMFgRjnHreNmquYtO-ttW-6vKgbRg/s320/DSC_0343.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5id3VuSl2UOpF8hyepLlkU3jEjUNL8N_uxPB3cM6GBQNKl-ldj4xBxzxLY0kyJWNvi3m683pz7mjg6kYlWMpwRYVyxyeESijxQHw5gE-mS0HwUq4EXOUP5Im96hzU6TCb94-6NdU0fG_BEHeThrX0YP2BlcvCpW9Mm0R6f_yrr9yDOXo9XeYVgje34k4/s6000/DSC_0416.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5id3VuSl2UOpF8hyepLlkU3jEjUNL8N_uxPB3cM6GBQNKl-ldj4xBxzxLY0kyJWNvi3m683pz7mjg6kYlWMpwRYVyxyeESijxQHw5gE-mS0HwUq4EXOUP5Im96hzU6TCb94-6NdU0fG_BEHeThrX0YP2BlcvCpW9Mm0R6f_yrr9yDOXo9XeYVgje34k4/s320/DSC_0416.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Também dizem que J.K. Rowling se inspirou em alguns dos nomes
inscritos nas lápides do cemitério para criar as personagens de Harry Potter,
como o maléfico Riddell, “outro-eu” daquele-que-não-posso-nomear. A pedra da
lápide contrasta com a da sua esposa, porque muitas pessoas escrevem
impropérios que levam à sua constante limpeza. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFqdJIIvQgnGaqLgdtw8VCydLFKnqzoX38ErKkPO6FPypUfprLIt65PbE-e_iDb1gIOUbBZAZYvF3nqMkqWtoNutKl_kqLpDnljBO1jqnRgesjpvJXuQpiA632DpTHXCiaydqIwwWvMR8tHElr3qZNsjMNAAaz1OUkZGewFiDOR5uCoSmtzrDgYhLC6Wo/s1599/cemiterio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1599" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFqdJIIvQgnGaqLgdtw8VCydLFKnqzoX38ErKkPO6FPypUfprLIt65PbE-e_iDb1gIOUbBZAZYvF3nqMkqWtoNutKl_kqLpDnljBO1jqnRgesjpvJXuQpiA632DpTHXCiaydqIwwWvMR8tHElr3qZNsjMNAAaz1OUkZGewFiDOR5uCoSmtzrDgYhLC6Wo/s320/cemiterio.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Por estas razões o cemitério acolhe múltiplos roteiros de
visitas guiadas, inclusivamente de noite! Aliás, lendas repletas de feitiçarias,
bruxas e fantasmas são o pão nosso de cada dia nesta cidade. Só para terem uma ideia,
as ruivas (que é algo que não se vê na Escócia!) eram consideradas bruxas na
Idade Média e por isso perseguidas e castigadas. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2ommTLQNsQNFRY0skaD-qpCAKqrHKaXdqzelshmF3QHpu8zQEPwHS4hngwBSASaJm3n15x7um1q9hIkATb0I_tVvtc3JK4oaNguzczyh7hRFjttxS1Aa7rHE_bMY8FZFGrWBgRFBlr6puNKCRFJpl3_Q8oE5tw5FInxG9waYJEAaCB_ZBqygxSUyACrc/s6000/DSC_0348.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2ommTLQNsQNFRY0skaD-qpCAKqrHKaXdqzelshmF3QHpu8zQEPwHS4hngwBSASaJm3n15x7um1q9hIkATb0I_tVvtc3JK4oaNguzczyh7hRFjttxS1Aa7rHE_bMY8FZFGrWBgRFBlr6puNKCRFJpl3_Q8oE5tw5FInxG9waYJEAaCB_ZBqygxSUyACrc/s320/DSC_0348.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Diz um escocês que um erro de turista é comprar na Royal
Mile, a longa avenida que vai desembocar no palácio de Holyrood, residência
oficial do rei de Inglaterra, outrora residência de Mary, Rainha da Escócia.
Frente ao palácio fica o moderno Parlamento escocês, aberto ao público e com uma
simpática cafetaria que vende bolos caseiros formidáveis e baratos.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_KuqGUjlm64tqBMN9_TpoFY3S65wkThFOpwFzNb2cMOjifzJRshznhRVqZfKyzjVgWfWkqgi3x_yP01EI6yuf4NpCNbEGKmVAwKS9p3wzqzoI3EJyyEIMAon4f4zbFVvZfUWzID4VZKLveyFE7juWVO-tV1c0h8S8u3NZg1KfLBwgU3sI9oeXrXP_EG8/s6000/DSC_0044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_KuqGUjlm64tqBMN9_TpoFY3S65wkThFOpwFzNb2cMOjifzJRshznhRVqZfKyzjVgWfWkqgi3x_yP01EI6yuf4NpCNbEGKmVAwKS9p3wzqzoI3EJyyEIMAon4f4zbFVvZfUWzID4VZKLveyFE7juWVO-tV1c0h8S8u3NZg1KfLBwgU3sI9oeXrXP_EG8/s320/DSC_0044.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCLUru-6BKC04naW8tKwLMGqLdC23WqHVJrYEWLYnNXbOzN3c4UEqh4CwpQZAB3IbCcV6bBjypSy21Nq0rDUEa-NuUsn-9RXTc7VyV60k5aWiXSrpOLlYRZLczwPI8jHevpQBJvm9fnqXrypT8lXLy8tzuMnAkcDe8ek8fdrES7jiHeDDPWx-x0xrnv44/s6000/DSC_0456.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCLUru-6BKC04naW8tKwLMGqLdC23WqHVJrYEWLYnNXbOzN3c4UEqh4CwpQZAB3IbCcV6bBjypSy21Nq0rDUEa-NuUsn-9RXTc7VyV60k5aWiXSrpOLlYRZLczwPI8jHevpQBJvm9fnqXrypT8lXLy8tzuMnAkcDe8ek8fdrES7jiHeDDPWx-x0xrnv44/s320/DSC_0456.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd-VN9NB65TjKVxwU_Qr8j2GWJ4OHPkq-5GzRSuwbzAaukXeEqulQ-ApuMUH7KVeEcK-l_fY5vZMcKDKQQHGhf5JRnKT6bhug54oLMmtE6Euy-9cqD5fYKSEVZ3Ur2igxY3g5W43GHwl747JGqKYUrXYi-0vrOCU9OV3MwW0soc079Kn9Cksz3Pu5v27M/s6000/DSC_0451.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd-VN9NB65TjKVxwU_Qr8j2GWJ4OHPkq-5GzRSuwbzAaukXeEqulQ-ApuMUH7KVeEcK-l_fY5vZMcKDKQQHGhf5JRnKT6bhug54oLMmtE6Euy-9cqD5fYKSEVZ3Ur2igxY3g5W43GHwl747JGqKYUrXYi-0vrOCU9OV3MwW0soc079Kn9Cksz3Pu5v27M/s320/DSC_0451.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">No topo do largo, ergue-se um monte verde que parece um bolo
certeiramente cortado por uma faca. Na realidade, assenta num antigo vulcão e
foi batizado de Arthur´s Seat e para lá se chegar é preciso ser persistente na
arte de subir.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBL302ryQqRaTHcElrBy4XiFFksGi_RnOFXnGRPsUIdSnqFCilx5V25itIEyMIO7muNWPpONXCNFSnXW73imrYTTsbF1yeBRlApp3AX8IrIDF_99KFbATaRzvmb7JpdhyA3eBB1hSpqfwwfE85ouUYTACRunEkFESwavkf9cKX094_LjxJmlBk37ICkPE/s6000/DSC_0460.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBL302ryQqRaTHcElrBy4XiFFksGi_RnOFXnGRPsUIdSnqFCilx5V25itIEyMIO7muNWPpONXCNFSnXW73imrYTTsbF1yeBRlApp3AX8IrIDF_99KFbATaRzvmb7JpdhyA3eBB1hSpqfwwfE85ouUYTACRunEkFESwavkf9cKX094_LjxJmlBk37ICkPE/s320/DSC_0460.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">É este, pois, o lado mais visitado da cidade por ser o mais
monumental e também porque bares, residências universitárias, <i>hostels</i>, lojas
e os famosos “closes” - entradas escusas por entre os prédios que desembocam em
largos e jardins silenciosamente diferentes do bulício das ruas principais.
Curiosamente, há também roteiros só com estes <i>closes</i>.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIn6dgy-g1jywMF9P649f2Mz4LbbDNKHUkVAreqHrvGH0lB6M5pXMOyqUrA4cpfvJJV4ec2LhJY8KM-e3qQYoXWJyRjEpl8zdhmcsvC_37vCcC2TF4Uqgk3zRzNXiPFcDNQ0EQcbRE6wBGCmJEAliKPA2sARP41uTW2Z6cv18OcMrznYK_EDsBqAq_dgs/s6000/DSC_0031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIn6dgy-g1jywMF9P649f2Mz4LbbDNKHUkVAreqHrvGH0lB6M5pXMOyqUrA4cpfvJJV4ec2LhJY8KM-e3qQYoXWJyRjEpl8zdhmcsvC_37vCcC2TF4Uqgk3zRzNXiPFcDNQ0EQcbRE6wBGCmJEAliKPA2sARP41uTW2Z6cv18OcMrznYK_EDsBqAq_dgs/s320/DSC_0031.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgysXhk48nUgsCGBT-tghvw7AxMSjSKvl3ZMn3DbORt3R1ZuSxhBEJrNyMebmMth5iu7Q1CqCLJDVZjRDGyVwmi_SlApehO-6kfwBjaNI80wzZv5yAhNDA8eT-0N2hi_yXcYBuQ4d6yZyQUIhdTd_2anSVjJR3maVsIywjSuTttWCjbSdh0-cI00Bl634U/s6000/DSC_0437.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgysXhk48nUgsCGBT-tghvw7AxMSjSKvl3ZMn3DbORt3R1ZuSxhBEJrNyMebmMth5iu7Q1CqCLJDVZjRDGyVwmi_SlApehO-6kfwBjaNI80wzZv5yAhNDA8eT-0N2hi_yXcYBuQ4d6yZyQUIhdTd_2anSVjJR3maVsIywjSuTttWCjbSdh0-cI00Bl634U/s320/DSC_0437.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Cm5h5aaeB0De_BF26F9CS2l1fsOG-7lmxbBtr6LITnlklIXRU6MepjuOkA7ardBxBdO3lD09gHQn3Ff3Oq5ujxX9AtoHwh-gf3v0Z0T0aCINh3Fswqge3nh1ByU72AT4LQUlFoU3TW3dWsNsvTLDpwW5YNvDZQYBpkOnhvuD78goGjK8sQ9jBcxCYMQ/s6000/DSC_0441.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Cm5h5aaeB0De_BF26F9CS2l1fsOG-7lmxbBtr6LITnlklIXRU6MepjuOkA7ardBxBdO3lD09gHQn3Ff3Oq5ujxX9AtoHwh-gf3v0Z0T0aCINh3Fswqge3nh1ByU72AT4LQUlFoU3TW3dWsNsvTLDpwW5YNvDZQYBpkOnhvuD78goGjK8sQ9jBcxCYMQ/s320/DSC_0441.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">No lado oposto, e não menos deslumbrante, fica a New Town,
mais neo-clássica e georgiana. Nesta parte, espreita também uma das colinas
panorâmicas da cidade (mais um vulcão extinto), ponto ideal para observar o
pôr-do-sol: Calton Hill. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No pico da sua
alcatifa verde espreitam vários monumentos como o Nelson Monument, uma réplica
inacabada do Parthenon de Atenas, o Observatório da Cidade e, espantem-se, um
canhão português!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOlbj0znIVASSSWoYR2HetN26suMQSo0kUTr_eYbfgzqmi_2-9Sgm0OH2jZnMc-7_kzMurwmh3LHDEinMGPu0lmDNtOKjWFjAqTZ3Vgh_dwlZ2hLJ7FQLEJpOaiXrC9s--vW7HJr2j5uBqZcEKkRsWyZF9Bsu9G95Fg6dKAvsrmkjxWXYupLp9l3AuVP0/s6000/DSC_0359.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOlbj0znIVASSSWoYR2HetN26suMQSo0kUTr_eYbfgzqmi_2-9Sgm0OH2jZnMc-7_kzMurwmh3LHDEinMGPu0lmDNtOKjWFjAqTZ3Vgh_dwlZ2hLJ7FQLEJpOaiXrC9s--vW7HJr2j5uBqZcEKkRsWyZF9Bsu9G95Fg6dKAvsrmkjxWXYupLp9l3AuVP0/s320/DSC_0359.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinD-oW7H9RVeSbdOKDq7OZuKZ5QIr8atSa7JmuZjfCOHnUT1lrhToPB5EqEilyJkZ2ByfL6xWLIuL_TGt0QAFnP9wNenToUJAYJvds7Ln5oDriXc_ryTbE440-vCdMFw-MokuRG9olpjO6gpRJ2Zr7VcpHpMJ2UhJm3Azv8e-ySK5_mpd9bd4EPcMt1HQ/s6000/DSC_0361.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinD-oW7H9RVeSbdOKDq7OZuKZ5QIr8atSa7JmuZjfCOHnUT1lrhToPB5EqEilyJkZ2ByfL6xWLIuL_TGt0QAFnP9wNenToUJAYJvds7Ln5oDriXc_ryTbE440-vCdMFw-MokuRG9olpjO6gpRJ2Zr7VcpHpMJ2UhJm3Azv8e-ySK5_mpd9bd4EPcMt1HQ/s320/DSC_0361.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2IEbhew-lHyIxBqoRaAuoj98VxVIunPtW4MjY-aB5BmpRbvYvv6aNY9aaSWMUtyr-BP2Hgf9pEiRkJxnzdvs_l_PWt6hxV8Q5vkvQElzjopFkePk68Cufpp7lDCk5ikml0W9_HDUcPkINLFRUClQfvpycHhvJE6E3r28s9TM8OL2S9hx8c-Dpl4yDdJo/s6000/DSC_0387.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2IEbhew-lHyIxBqoRaAuoj98VxVIunPtW4MjY-aB5BmpRbvYvv6aNY9aaSWMUtyr-BP2Hgf9pEiRkJxnzdvs_l_PWt6hxV8Q5vkvQElzjopFkePk68Cufpp7lDCk5ikml0W9_HDUcPkINLFRUClQfvpycHhvJE6E3r28s9TM8OL2S9hx8c-Dpl4yDdJo/s320/DSC_0387.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Entre vaguear pelas ruas, observar o espírito da festa,
tentar ver espetáculos, absorver a beleza das ruas, entrar e sair de <i>closes</i>,
andar de autocarro (a cidade tem um ótimo sistema de transportes públicos,
prático e funcional), entrar e sair de igrejas que são bares e de bares que
revelam múltiplas cenas (literalmente cenas do léxico teatral!), admirar
bijuteria celta e outro cem número de ações, dois dias e meio são
manifestamente pouco.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-dN_sdZd0TJ3XBV9ea1027QVXK_nw6FKAy_033rkZyqxiNuW71pS1z8SPTvhVSYQI2xu01qDTAkjTWfucmqH0r1f6pJUjiCILZTWVodTnobyfZJiSh6dH03FaAe2GY46kZk1E_V-IOYeDgFOym7fDzPxHXkuKLuVDBihGbMotTq2JTEnueZLg5jOs1A4/s6000/DSC_0381.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-dN_sdZd0TJ3XBV9ea1027QVXK_nw6FKAy_033rkZyqxiNuW71pS1z8SPTvhVSYQI2xu01qDTAkjTWfucmqH0r1f6pJUjiCILZTWVodTnobyfZJiSh6dH03FaAe2GY46kZk1E_V-IOYeDgFOym7fDzPxHXkuKLuVDBihGbMotTq2JTEnueZLg5jOs1A4/s320/DSC_0381.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;">Ficaram de fora inúmeros museus, livrarias, bairros, o
castelo (continuo furiosa comigo mesma!!!) e grande parte das ruas e praças da
New Town, portanto, contrariamente ao que dizem, vou repetir um sítio onde fui
feliz. Até já, Edimbrá!!!<o:p></o:p></span></p>Paula Vidigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02144509052850439515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471183350643553440.post-53626972337497125142023-08-16T17:12:00.005+01:002023-08-16T17:15:44.557+01:00 Bookshops da Escócia – para todos os gostos<p><br /></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Algumas delas, das livrarias, surgiram casualmente ao longo
do nosso périplo; outras haviam sido mapeadas pelo amigo Google e outras ainda
faziam parte da lista de favoritos de M., a nossa mais jovem “guia” e viajante.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Em Edimburgo tropeçámos numa logo à entrada de Victoria Street.
Como a rua, era colorida de variedade, com aqueles livros de capa dura e
florida, com títulos de autores clássicos como Jane Austen.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKSWLdH5WftzrHUWaRD9SQbcIA_SlxvRw0EWL4CoBhR56FtS79Pwl-26oeLiiW2yOoU7KG3nASs1RUziq9GSpJds3NPHZ_p8-qbkZihEJebMLxDFqG58IRK3mphYJ2HF885IBVS7A0jmhS8kvvMByBZlb-TeQyVyfFAKjHfFF7Snodo4ML5xznWE59go4/s6000/DSC_0012.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKSWLdH5WftzrHUWaRD9SQbcIA_SlxvRw0EWL4CoBhR56FtS79Pwl-26oeLiiW2yOoU7KG3nASs1RUziq9GSpJds3NPHZ_p8-qbkZihEJebMLxDFqG58IRK3mphYJ2HF885IBVS7A0jmhS8kvvMByBZlb-TeQyVyfFAKjHfFF7Snodo4ML5xznWE59go4/w320-h213/DSC_0012.JPG" title="Victoria Street" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Em Inverness, o mapa apontava para a Leakey´s Bookshop, uma
loja de livros em segunda mão, alguns com mais de cem anos, a segunda maior da
Escócia. No labirinto de prateleiras, escadas e recantos, dizem eles, os donos,
que o melhor é ir lá pessoalmente encontrar o título que se pretende. O edifício
é uma antiga capela e até possui uma salamandra a meio da sala. No inverno de
Inverness será acolhedor procurar lá o título perdido…<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVcEbfKtCR2u3N6iVU8xRcxpFe0jEBRgTFY9QDqKPNmXOut-5nQkq0EsV7eQ4sXD7Apx1FKDSdFFfx3LsO0vgpVJtI-QCmOqU5OjK9i4szzLJgVVDyallK8K5ex2LWZVzhp9-TK4Vipthn10rRwtt1DpAEH1sP9jJZiJQIKjsAcgZcYOXompaKsuU2l4Y/s6000/DSC_0095.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVcEbfKtCR2u3N6iVU8xRcxpFe0jEBRgTFY9QDqKPNmXOut-5nQkq0EsV7eQ4sXD7Apx1FKDSdFFfx3LsO0vgpVJtI-QCmOqU5OjK9i4szzLJgVVDyallK8K5ex2LWZVzhp9-TK4Vipthn10rRwtt1DpAEH1sP9jJZiJQIKjsAcgZcYOXompaKsuU2l4Y/s320/DSC_0095.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEnio-PEJ5T9sJZJEKlHKM4C2mmfjrvpYB9VIlVX3YULVFqcY73fuaeMbbjrHLdMppGzmlv9ecPE5INTYT2O-XUjeRRU7st0bSXG0o3iCHwN_wqyGTVsM9sGZ1XW4QUV3XlpcST7vUaSVzNt-akVmz1nCL4MB_C6caVmig1pgGCjUUUMGQECL64BlOvsQ/s6000/DSC_0096.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEnio-PEJ5T9sJZJEKlHKM4C2mmfjrvpYB9VIlVX3YULVFqcY73fuaeMbbjrHLdMppGzmlv9ecPE5INTYT2O-XUjeRRU7st0bSXG0o3iCHwN_wqyGTVsM9sGZ1XW4QUV3XlpcST7vUaSVzNt-akVmz1nCL4MB_C6caVmig1pgGCjUUUMGQECL64BlOvsQ/s320/DSC_0096.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><br /><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">(Nas antípodas da anterior em termos de organização, em
Edimburgo, brilha a Topping & Company Booksellers , na qual M. ainda bebeu
um chá grátis em chávena azul às pintinhas brancas, servido por um bule da
mesma família. Coloco-a entre parêntesis, porque não tive o prazer de a
visitar, mas pela aparência, de acordo com o vídeo que me foi ofertado, daria
as mãos a qualquer biblioteca de cidade pequena.) Fica na minha lista de
favoritos para a próxima! <o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz3hq0tEGTbgMsdvO_7bUKc9inVmSmXT_nYuOIexVMUha_N7durjB5m0onwAlOg9HMyVbYQKxByWnBnMKAbzg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Em Stirling, a livraria guardada nos favoritos de M. chama-se
The Book Nook e é o sonho de muitos leitores. Em dose simultânea, servem-se livros
e delícias, como sandes, fatias de bolos, chás, cafés. Uma dupla delícia! Como se não
bastasse, os amigos de quatro patas são bem-vindos!</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 107%;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpXWk41CB0dUNI-2-x86elXWvag2KW69yVVC83bEEkaDPJcxDgRxBYIiSovgysEFTRu0TTrO_AtHU-qDoYBbScCY7dM5H8n352BcZpuqkVecK19HhCIJ9a99NCMX8IqlxPu9iXJMjea7VZP7ENe-uX16iDwYWher5jc8UCMeGQ99Kj5mz5EmFeE4Na_4w/s4000/20230804_125802.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="1800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpXWk41CB0dUNI-2-x86elXWvag2KW69yVVC83bEEkaDPJcxDgRxBYIiSovgysEFTRu0TTrO_AtHU-qDoYBbScCY7dM5H8n352BcZpuqkVecK19HhCIJ9a99NCMX8IqlxPu9iXJMjea7VZP7ENe-uX16iDwYWher5jc8UCMeGQ99Kj5mz5EmFeE4Na_4w/s320/20230804_125802.jpg" width="144" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv37uPBZroNmNAo8SJcnXaQodsLbrPzPrX3LZj_kjzyLAQcyXQpmtbuGM-5ypRssBNPyO66JcqxepjPk1BJHYhtjAAK-XSWUfpBAubOz4V0h4Wps2FKLAXLxMLjAwiQ9kuBVXDXW23oCQTr000O2nJiNFp6eofkIHKiylbLEpx7oQz3fQRg1vDHNgXkls/s4000/20230804_125907.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="1800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv37uPBZroNmNAo8SJcnXaQodsLbrPzPrX3LZj_kjzyLAQcyXQpmtbuGM-5ypRssBNPyO66JcqxepjPk1BJHYhtjAAK-XSWUfpBAubOz4V0h4Wps2FKLAXLxMLjAwiQ9kuBVXDXW23oCQTr000O2nJiNFp6eofkIHKiylbLEpx7oQz3fQRg1vDHNgXkls/s320/20230804_125907.jpg" width="144" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">Boas leituras!!!</span><p></p>Paula Vidigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02144509052850439515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471183350643553440.post-1595892042864804282023-08-13T17:52:00.003+01:002023-08-13T17:55:26.620+01:00<p><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Caledónia é o seu nome romano e, <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>fazendo parte do Reino Unido, é como se não o
fizesse (nem os escoceses querem, nem as semelhanças se notam). Mais verde, mais
<i>whisky,</i> mais ruivos e mais bruxas, mais simpatia e alegria, mais
folclore, mais lendas, mais fantasia… esta é a Escócia de Wallace , dos
escoceses de <i>kilts</i>, do parlamento aberto à população , do Fringe e das
anedotas anti ingleses.<i> That´s the spirit!</i><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Se preferem o calor e o sol, não
se aventurem para onde a temperatura máxima em agosto pode atingir apenas os 16º
e onde ainda podem ser borrifados com chuva várias vezes ao dia.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Se não apreciam o tom escuro da arquitetura
gótica, também não será a vossa praia. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Se não vos apetece falar com
nativos de sotaque forte e palavras abreviadas, pior que os alentejanos, também
não será o vosso reino. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">E, pior ainda, não se esqueçam
que terão de conduzir à esquerda, com volante à esquerda, o que ainda será
preferível do que conduzir à esquerda com volante à direita.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Finalmente, os vossos ouvidos engravidarão
de lendas e histórias que não lembram ao diabo, pois todas incluem seres mitológicos,
muita bruxaria e perfídia. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ah! Já para não falar dos homens
que vestem saias, a maioria com nomes iniciados por Mac, muitas vezes tocando
gaitas de foles, só deus sabendo se envergam roupa interior!<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Portanto, não vão! E muito menos
em apenas 7 dias, num carro alugado, (invejando as dezenas e dezenas de autocaravanas
a pernoitar em cenários de <i>Photoshop) </i>, com um itinerário similar a este:<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dia 1 – Lisboa – Edimburgo (Edimbrá)<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4laA8JGB5FXALF0YjQ-qPHhA9XSrDBUwpISdAQS_xnFmyaJqzS3Djs4egWXm343N7MF8VV1y-RWy2apZGtiQivmCcg1Qhjh0fYxWc4gyxIlda9VRozWNCwjuaYZHJaHHNNnzqg9pElU_O9i0WKXWgLfL3dwWv2mazqbC6yhR3GYhOc4UFaBFcg2P5LDQ/s6000/DSC_0005.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4laA8JGB5FXALF0YjQ-qPHhA9XSrDBUwpISdAQS_xnFmyaJqzS3Djs4egWXm343N7MF8VV1y-RWy2apZGtiQivmCcg1Qhjh0fYxWc4gyxIlda9VRozWNCwjuaYZHJaHHNNnzqg9pElU_O9i0WKXWgLfL3dwWv2mazqbC6yhR3GYhOc4UFaBFcg2P5LDQ/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><br /><p></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Edimburgo - Princess Gardens</span></p></blockquote>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dia 2 – Edimburgo – Stirling –
Lochlomond – Falls<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>of Dochart –
Inverness<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN4a6CEvcXc3T_FWXWdcHwPuQY1zuPHezmGYyRKPG8r4o2F19r_ubQjwg9Csse-_SIEGZVTZTARgkCP2BRuvZpDZlu2ESfrHowcCmioOuwFbr_gXI0DFphynspQnQmUlg810sPbg_1MlyzIDnhRpmdTqsn0oU2SD4c1998_-rPDWIWjuDmNbXnXGRyYuA/s4000/20230804_132515.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="1800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN4a6CEvcXc3T_FWXWdcHwPuQY1zuPHezmGYyRKPG8r4o2F19r_ubQjwg9Csse-_SIEGZVTZTARgkCP2BRuvZpDZlu2ESfrHowcCmioOuwFbr_gXI0DFphynspQnQmUlg810sPbg_1MlyzIDnhRpmdTqsn0oU2SD4c1998_-rPDWIWjuDmNbXnXGRyYuA/s320/20230804_132515.jpg" width="144" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Stirling</span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCDGD7fctRLSZMtH9cLDh1Tbl2eR8l4rORIRmp8fFJS1SQKwd5_RuC6pzzn0tTMgTX0lQIbLtBKadBJe0RBDUGLlTTK7nRR1LWqtPOBEB--LgHhGyR_ujqLrpdaJWnaokN3ChPgqVoWlb27JF32urYlNNCzZUY9S1ALt_uueB4bXmiQCsGnVvgmeQiMhM/s6000/DSC_0055.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCDGD7fctRLSZMtH9cLDh1Tbl2eR8l4rORIRmp8fFJS1SQKwd5_RuC6pzzn0tTMgTX0lQIbLtBKadBJe0RBDUGLlTTK7nRR1LWqtPOBEB--LgHhGyR_ujqLrpdaJWnaokN3ChPgqVoWlb27JF32urYlNNCzZUY9S1ALt_uueB4bXmiQCsGnVvgmeQiMhM/s320/DSC_0055.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Loch Lomond (Loch significa lago)</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglLZIsiDRHa9V0H5FlDqMEAUynOUmbQrOK5vla7dcm6s8FbG0qQfEpD59FxJHzmJe3IdxxyuBnRUGPTyQjXvag8UbSTFdM05wOgcyYmwhx6b_XTLJuaTysXDUSm-B4NgsJePVW0hq80O5sLjA8TmcaJDzc2qZNypvRpz6aDaLf6PbTD2JpwlMBUf7NHyg/s4000/20230804_160837.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="1800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglLZIsiDRHa9V0H5FlDqMEAUynOUmbQrOK5vla7dcm6s8FbG0qQfEpD59FxJHzmJe3IdxxyuBnRUGPTyQjXvag8UbSTFdM05wOgcyYmwhx6b_XTLJuaTysXDUSm-B4NgsJePVW0hq80O5sLjA8TmcaJDzc2qZNypvRpz6aDaLf6PbTD2JpwlMBUf7NHyg/s320/20230804_160837.jpg" width="144" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Quedas de Dochart</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBt_q5JMuC3kX872kSD-O4TFCc5YmD2n-iuhn3C3wAZh6-1260RXmVpWorw9tzybSXx-VnTlmbahdNooaDDo8n9BqGgis8U48cBXsjZ_7zfBX9ihDTn5tbTNp-uhuJWCTAaVeRjYp_losHipOvZy4F2aiLiFMImB1ZSuZrPm4ApvcgRxmjXA4VkYDhPSk/s6000/DSC_0079.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBt_q5JMuC3kX872kSD-O4TFCc5YmD2n-iuhn3C3wAZh6-1260RXmVpWorw9tzybSXx-VnTlmbahdNooaDDo8n9BqGgis8U48cBXsjZ_7zfBX9ihDTn5tbTNp-uhuJWCTAaVeRjYp_losHipOvZy4F2aiLiFMImB1ZSuZrPm4ApvcgRxmjXA4VkYDhPSk/s320/DSC_0079.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"><div style="text-align: center;">City Hall - Inverness</div></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Dia 3 – Inverness – Lochness – Fort
Augustus -Castelo de Eilean Donan – Ilha de SKye ( Sligachan Old Bridge, Portree)</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAimP0_rxo5mbPB9natxzowPqaQqlx_P_gq0jHj6KCwc5mRQf9f4IU0jkNhAQGbp7g4SztbGQzb3DALcobNw76IbFfH9VPUympfxHPbilYadDrEeO3RQbMk-ti52r-MGuMlcZQU3oQdgXsdlC-IJcFmw1Tub2JclFwARe0tWtgrgybCZVjZ1pHy6g-gSk/s6000/DSC_0091.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAimP0_rxo5mbPB9natxzowPqaQqlx_P_gq0jHj6KCwc5mRQf9f4IU0jkNhAQGbp7g4SztbGQzb3DALcobNw76IbFfH9VPUympfxHPbilYadDrEeO3RQbMk-ti52r-MGuMlcZQU3oQdgXsdlC-IJcFmw1Tub2JclFwARe0tWtgrgybCZVjZ1pHy6g-gSk/s320/DSC_0091.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Inverness</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijvx4mSP6Xi4dn08MhHCyEAHea44vsF2lKEfstuMNwzBuWCxTIQFDk6M5CBN0AA8B1xn4n6AIpuCN3ZJbOKwefbBu-7DUCDUQU_5aLQGKxmKyBGLVj0nzTyuC8iWroupIJi_m84aJhKVcki9jozTFB8I_g0s3NmDgdvfsD5BVLyQFpavWJKgB_BpY3iQ8/s320/DSC_0104.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Eclusas em Fort Augustus</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpUvxDRrQZ1eDTDOEfhtZDm24vkCgLzE3qHFpsdKUW1TeXgrms2DUV0YI8jR7Iautqv_8glr65Sy2CEWgbDVVXrGrbgINva3CgSZVkBp3heMhzkCjJalfGbLx5n1BlyfpqDMvqjka2vN0LJ8F_7C7Xqrb-p0cAWrVJcwFtr4oSV_Ea5_DKyZNyvbbnAFA/s6000/DSC_0122.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpUvxDRrQZ1eDTDOEfhtZDm24vkCgLzE3qHFpsdKUW1TeXgrms2DUV0YI8jR7Iautqv_8glr65Sy2CEWgbDVVXrGrbgINva3CgSZVkBp3heMhzkCjJalfGbLx5n1BlyfpqDMvqjka2vN0LJ8F_7C7Xqrb-p0cAWrVJcwFtr4oSV_Ea5_DKyZNyvbbnAFA/s320/DSC_0122.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">Castelo Eilean Donan</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIUSRJzlmjq85WBSkP-dMi8wiK9UDV8JczQS6uvuhjtF7rY_fe4wr3BWQUOhzLzcbK0A9Fc2NCZvRjVg6sBPs0btnCjo--yYBi8t5lnpFs5XIUH2WS5ThQbdKw-l_hZrergTBxrCJJncdx-J-FiwmLOv0_y8t5A3Rg4RRasVJ7RaWFF8-gVUfATjyBhoo/s6000/DSC_0142.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIUSRJzlmjq85WBSkP-dMi8wiK9UDV8JczQS6uvuhjtF7rY_fe4wr3BWQUOhzLzcbK0A9Fc2NCZvRjVg6sBPs0btnCjo--yYBi8t5lnpFs5XIUH2WS5ThQbdKw-l_hZrergTBxrCJJncdx-J-FiwmLOv0_y8t5A3Rg4RRasVJ7RaWFF8-gVUfATjyBhoo/s320/DSC_0142.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">Estátua a dois caminheiros,</span><span style="font-size: x-small;"> ao lado de </span><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Sligachan Old Bridge</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dia 4 – Ilha de Skye: Old man of
Storr, Mealt falls and Kilt Rock, Fairy pools) , Kyleakin<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyUdRkABw-GWWUDrIhbGO-5YW_xgTIdG4EIaK1SlU_X4TzO_EmsDAfzzmv-LIVhOyRL2qIZx0WZBWhAUZnQhZLjbZotMdup_BRYigaFJqxD_8HrjbEjFusSlQ-8qxeZCvZJJjDYPwMYO295iUmPYqLsDl4JomfjbLVzEqrYjXMKCtrnQS9CP_tfd1b5io/s6000/DSC_0223.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyUdRkABw-GWWUDrIhbGO-5YW_xgTIdG4EIaK1SlU_X4TzO_EmsDAfzzmv-LIVhOyRL2qIZx0WZBWhAUZnQhZLjbZotMdup_BRYigaFJqxD_8HrjbEjFusSlQ-8qxeZCvZJJjDYPwMYO295iUmPYqLsDl4JomfjbLVzEqrYjXMKCtrnQS9CP_tfd1b5io/s320/DSC_0223.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Mealt falls and Kilt Rock - a rocha é comparada a uma saia escocesa</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkIOJx5B1WXtAJ06wxw4cFTgywe_ue-4sFo2tAX0YPFikuNqb29UuxapRr0y90wCMbREE3pJx24W_qnEEgPMM-skNh7C_SMU9h55B-Lk9v8YfjkQ_5qhpYS74TBw5rkgei8efwJUCMruR0axnetCOwpEs5xvf4MtuCKpISlg6liuKfxoMMXnJCqhx1akc/s6000/DSC_0254.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkIOJx5B1WXtAJ06wxw4cFTgywe_ue-4sFo2tAX0YPFikuNqb29UuxapRr0y90wCMbREE3pJx24W_qnEEgPMM-skNh7C_SMU9h55B-Lk9v8YfjkQ_5qhpYS74TBw5rkgei8efwJUCMruR0axnetCOwpEs5xvf4MtuCKpISlg6liuKfxoMMXnJCqhx1akc/s320/DSC_0254.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>caminho para as Fairy pools</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dia 5 – Kyleakin – viaduto de
Glenfinnan – Fort William – Glencoe- Glasgow<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTB1cl-E-tRTf-DFU89G_xZH1XlyIt4tBgPuzy0tO3lIzRHPLNZCEOWIUc_FjX-gXclYyewu8G7thO_WHSPr8NqbNFxKK-DBjPgxU80dk5b2SJq_WhfUaG-PT-h_OcyMlyHmsxQ2IA7fUIMN1I6bnMVZZCK6yM8WlWNIamxxzE48_VPtYl2rd26xglvFI/s6000/DSC_0265.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTB1cl-E-tRTf-DFU89G_xZH1XlyIt4tBgPuzy0tO3lIzRHPLNZCEOWIUc_FjX-gXclYyewu8G7thO_WHSPr8NqbNFxKK-DBjPgxU80dk5b2SJq_WhfUaG-PT-h_OcyMlyHmsxQ2IA7fUIMN1I6bnMVZZCK6yM8WlWNIamxxzE48_VPtYl2rd26xglvFI/s320/DSC_0265.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Kyleakin - a nossa hospedagem (Maria Picante)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUp5nEE1zDy4yJTlnCGXmpGZEGGMFavUxID25x4-y2-AuaEoMJ7kkbkoqrQEmZ9WmFsZ1zGM_NcBWstvcr96SiYpHtC3ygPk-jltbjrKNXKfB4enPLhFhbUErcJnnwb4ngLSL5BOSSUHAK5YP0wkqMpjHN7wnIMnMdoOrAbNS8KAXJGvV6eokWZT1lh9w/s6000/DSC_0267.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUp5nEE1zDy4yJTlnCGXmpGZEGGMFavUxID25x4-y2-AuaEoMJ7kkbkoqrQEmZ9WmFsZ1zGM_NcBWstvcr96SiYpHtC3ygPk-jltbjrKNXKfB4enPLhFhbUErcJnnwb4ngLSL5BOSSUHAK5YP0wkqMpjHN7wnIMnMdoOrAbNS8KAXJGvV6eokWZT1lh9w/s320/DSC_0267.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: small;">viaduto de Glenfinnan - (sem o Jacobite steam trail )!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW1wpbyba62F6ZbfJWaHssNdvOtyA4D48sghTh_mN1HwtBmmjBib53LQ4Sjc6y2Dtiljd7kpuE7nX9hcN4dQqoXJC9etpkDgXcE70K7ZLQC2Xx9KelN3s34WexEScxxdXLDYAwCPjcwq7_vjEctofFKP45BvfP-oqtlRuml3FCe5fJrdh1MeIlOl1TPLE/s6000/DSC_0278.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW1wpbyba62F6ZbfJWaHssNdvOtyA4D48sghTh_mN1HwtBmmjBib53LQ4Sjc6y2Dtiljd7kpuE7nX9hcN4dQqoXJC9etpkDgXcE70K7ZLQC2Xx9KelN3s34WexEScxxdXLDYAwCPjcwq7_vjEctofFKP45BvfP-oqtlRuml3FCe5fJrdh1MeIlOl1TPLE/s320/DSC_0278.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Fort William</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2ZJ4_U5q84Vy0jqImMO1OVOjem5yz2I2ttOZqUhMdDPKjZnoiklynDVGsCF3cPJe1MYCzdj-DYO43VeEe3w6bysf9CswoPWqHz-BT5zoIjc68TkrkfsT9IPBKILMiMI9bARGBhl-iH4WBE7z15l40qqTHoyM2XSR_WEkwTLEfzObtDJol4bn7cl-X3T8/s6000/DSC_0283.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2ZJ4_U5q84Vy0jqImMO1OVOjem5yz2I2ttOZqUhMdDPKjZnoiklynDVGsCF3cPJe1MYCzdj-DYO43VeEe3w6bysf9CswoPWqHz-BT5zoIjc68TkrkfsT9IPBKILMiMI9bARGBhl-iH4WBE7z15l40qqTHoyM2XSR_WEkwTLEfzObtDJol4bn7cl-X3T8/s320/DSC_0283.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Glencoe</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dia 6 – Glasgow – Edimburgo<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoAPyq9Sn3Uq-tDdb8BdhdswJ0dgkqIMHeC6EHGzkazNSlNJvUjVzuCo4WajcDebshGULTZ569YqfoFmBEG6ZRcsPHpiCJGwpJ693rvqo82eRs7TaEvDUW4z4MsUM-kSgwZaF6NGM8PPgaJeWfpRXlDUquJy1xVwXgXIkzS3pJ94gl9soDLIJNub_Wm6Y/s6000/DSC_0298.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoAPyq9Sn3Uq-tDdb8BdhdswJ0dgkqIMHeC6EHGzkazNSlNJvUjVzuCo4WajcDebshGULTZ569YqfoFmBEG6ZRcsPHpiCJGwpJ693rvqo82eRs7TaEvDUW4z4MsUM-kSgwZaF6NGM8PPgaJeWfpRXlDUquJy1xVwXgXIkzS3pJ94gl9soDLIJNub_Wm6Y/s320/DSC_0298.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Pollok garden´s - The Burell Collection</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkLjGbkKGjwFoprjo9qWpXWxtpImuMnfsdOhyAIiyPyUzOi-5Y4amp4c_O494nMC8jRJwSUegcyPbHjoY1V3j86f8LAn9XkjYiOl8gPwCYTsGnh4SqNc0rAeuK_IaW3tPIE9k1nqgZEM5PzWC8vXTmpbuMnwsCSw55vLX-SriU4txqttjEBbszPjFm9zs/s6000/DSC_0387.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkLjGbkKGjwFoprjo9qWpXWxtpImuMnfsdOhyAIiyPyUzOi-5Y4amp4c_O494nMC8jRJwSUegcyPbHjoY1V3j86f8LAn9XkjYiOl8gPwCYTsGnh4SqNc0rAeuK_IaW3tPIE9k1nqgZEM5PzWC8vXTmpbuMnwsCSw55vLX-SriU4txqttjEBbszPjFm9zs/s320/DSC_0387.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQpTt7USvb6g8hqwgRt0SGYwold_hXQWoQMPo5GUZpMwgV77ON1MO8lhZ7vMXvk9bPDTDh9Mr30K3zRMbVe-FRwrn8yDDlEB7CkjzwMxVp_UIQX5pH2n6aJP3fhvcHnYzOYbBL0a-Yw-qDmepUHfBpbrW2A1in4KzjV0MQa1z1DeXQjmbOOG3uoO5Ca5Y/s6000/DSC_0361.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQpTt7USvb6g8hqwgRt0SGYwold_hXQWoQMPo5GUZpMwgV77ON1MO8lhZ7vMXvk9bPDTDh9Mr30K3zRMbVe-FRwrn8yDDlEB7CkjzwMxVp_UIQX5pH2n6aJP3fhvcHnYzOYbBL0a-Yw-qDmepUHfBpbrW2A1in4KzjV0MQa1z1DeXQjmbOOG3uoO5Ca5Y/s320/DSC_0361.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">Pôr do sol em Calton Hill</span></div><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp8kVK5OikgN6U1YyxB0K06w6XSYkqsiD1mjABV4M0zz5NEOaofxRNgYM6BdDfPHuj1N_v_jvLHohHUK2jTsBu1ywjsCeetpnDGvKkLQMTSdn_9ZKkcpMLnBGl7AdccCxm1y_Is2hVujpcBItugf7BE5Z1drnwyIz1TiH-P7BRi2IDnSQrauE7EHhMivo/s6000/DSC_0329.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp8kVK5OikgN6U1YyxB0K06w6XSYkqsiD1mjABV4M0zz5NEOaofxRNgYM6BdDfPHuj1N_v_jvLHohHUK2jTsBu1ywjsCeetpnDGvKkLQMTSdn_9ZKkcpMLnBGl7AdccCxm1y_Is2hVujpcBItugf7BE5Z1drnwyIz1TiH-P7BRi2IDnSQrauE7EHhMivo/s320/DSC_0329.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">Dia 7 - Edimburgo<o:p></o:p></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dia 8 - Edimburgo - Lisboa</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p>Paula Vidigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02144509052850439515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471183350643553440.post-25279574996083525762022-10-25T16:38:00.003+01:002022-10-25T16:38:24.926+01:00Bruxas , mortos e outros que tais (incluindo os vivos)<p> </p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">“Não acredito em bruxas, mas que
as há, há”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Eis uma frase por aqui muito
badalada, a qual eu não proferia, mas depois daquele um de novembro fatídico em
que ia<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>perdendo um dos meus filhos,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>passei a repeti-la.<o:p></o:p></span></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd2L3PG6yn4_xVFrj6soCto7PC-_Vi4qxhExbBnrk357hkvOxVbmb7AhXtFD7bVbOJ2TY99iOWPianfYmtBJDdyN0D0XVe-jGuYvzd0URYdrNWtC5IR7x3GsmnGyisgjhAeLMmzs-saURCGasocAbaEHjN8btdT7Uj-bYO7dbDXVX0MPDV7bsHa2eh/s6000/DSC_0028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="font-size: large; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd2L3PG6yn4_xVFrj6soCto7PC-_Vi4qxhExbBnrk357hkvOxVbmb7AhXtFD7bVbOJ2TY99iOWPianfYmtBJDdyN0D0XVe-jGuYvzd0URYdrNWtC5IR7x3GsmnGyisgjhAeLMmzs-saURCGasocAbaEHjN8btdT7Uj-bYO7dbDXVX0MPDV7bsHa2eh/s320/DSC_0028.JPG" width="320" /></a></p></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Também nunca simpatizei com o
Halloween, embirração provavelmente preconceituosa de quem embirra múltiplas
vezes com tudo o que é americano, porém, por outro lado, máscaras<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>e adereços,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>dada a veia teatral,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>sempre me
atraíram.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Assim, o Halloween, também
conhecido por dia das bruxas e associado ao dia dos mortos ou de finados, fica ali num
território híbrido difícil de objetivar.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Mas aqui vai:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>a data aproxima-se e decidi recordar algumas
memórias felizes,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>vividas em Londres.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Não me maquilhei, <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>não vesti trajes a rigor; fiquei-me pelas
vistas de uma decoração primorosa<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>de
quem leva as coisas a sério.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwE5Uu8ihK_g3nGeX_A8C_oNQNfYpktkNclj81jB6rkKQXzl6Vey49NJLkBd9sDRZsLV9L7PfOUJuMPaK17nuTdx-FDswElSx3p0xSI1toplXfvZMuGzGTlVFDtgzGS8xJsJ2cQftpPul047DmTkmWBqYEeJ4ef34lYyuWBGMs_GlH3ltBNPLTxxjC/s6000/DSC_0030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwE5Uu8ihK_g3nGeX_A8C_oNQNfYpktkNclj81jB6rkKQXzl6Vey49NJLkBd9sDRZsLV9L7PfOUJuMPaK17nuTdx-FDswElSx3p0xSI1toplXfvZMuGzGTlVFDtgzGS8xJsJ2cQftpPul047DmTkmWBqYEeJ4ef34lYyuWBGMs_GlH3ltBNPLTxxjC/s320/DSC_0030.JPG" width="213" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">em Hampstead</div></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZeYjef_-x_0JaeALlVciKYR-Z7y1yG12Chclee_wsZdk7QI7q2udaIM-PvWxVrHOH5b-k0YzroMkBJoIumDcgQmaEYgL0Lc_llxwnhc8psD9yXMQHU1BoWcCkRe7oNW8Ec4k2Fs6Y94Hnqa_i6TUjfSyO-ayUYbeVUDRDZIV1g4qmwqMQGezS9VuD/s3968/aranha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3968" data-original-width="2976" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZeYjef_-x_0JaeALlVciKYR-Z7y1yG12Chclee_wsZdk7QI7q2udaIM-PvWxVrHOH5b-k0YzroMkBJoIumDcgQmaEYgL0Lc_llxwnhc8psD9yXMQHU1BoWcCkRe7oNW8Ec4k2Fs6Y94Hnqa_i6TUjfSyO-ayUYbeVUDRDZIV1g4qmwqMQGezS9VuD/s320/aranha.jpg" width="240" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguz8hZzHbTWLsh00k1T6VDLrx5D6kH0SNlvMzpN-FpV7ElcqxESwToIF4ePxON8l_Dv7JLxJ8B_QJuS5tzXWNyHnPzJdPt0jqsfO0flFJ86xeGF3aGolaA7kW_tPggfpurClF1xiU-VcFddGxvKCGaDlb_tgl7ibzmMyOWUsqVHr_3wDH7OpalDCDP/s3968/IMG_20181101_125340.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3968" data-original-width="2976" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguz8hZzHbTWLsh00k1T6VDLrx5D6kH0SNlvMzpN-FpV7ElcqxESwToIF4ePxON8l_Dv7JLxJ8B_QJuS5tzXWNyHnPzJdPt0jqsfO0flFJ86xeGF3aGolaA7kW_tPggfpurClF1xiU-VcFddGxvKCGaDlb_tgl7ibzmMyOWUsqVHr_3wDH7OpalDCDP/s320/IMG_20181101_125340.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-size: medium;">Por outro lado, fiz, em anos
diferentes,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>duas visitas fantásticas à
urbe londrina,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>sempre variada e
excêntrica.<o:p></o:p></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Uma<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>delas,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>foi a visita a Columbia Road Market<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>onde se comemorava<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>o dia dos
mortos,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>tradição mexicana<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>com raízes<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>folclóricas muito mais criativas<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>e que, na minha cabeça, faz muito mais sentido.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ali, os mortos são homenageados pelos vivos,
porque recordá-los é não apagá-los e, claro, não podia deixar de ser,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>a figura ímpar<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>da querida Frida Kahlo,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>tinha de estar presente.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie59_xqfhWOq_vsxJcdIdU1Znw0FaBj0BxACtW1CSu9m0uIudvuzdNPB6CQ8jfUreNjbJhNk_00J58g4Z03o2XkiXFtoM3deDhkza_42tZoqPWRWvO-lqXDxQ_YEt5JhW2WNdz7FXc5iwNk-7SBvlk8uDhgCKCQJSGjBGvyHrh68h7gbvrmq74449N/s3968/IMG_20181103_123935.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3968" data-original-width="2976" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie59_xqfhWOq_vsxJcdIdU1Znw0FaBj0BxACtW1CSu9m0uIudvuzdNPB6CQ8jfUreNjbJhNk_00J58g4Z03o2XkiXFtoM3deDhkza_42tZoqPWRWvO-lqXDxQ_YEt5JhW2WNdz7FXc5iwNk-7SBvlk8uDhgCKCQJSGjBGvyHrh68h7gbvrmq74449N/s320/IMG_20181103_123935.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEmMRB8F2Pj6m8FDsV6C0YNKE6h4_P3mujKZqetkowhDWfB2Flt2V5LuEvFBstMJ0YUN-FBrHPeJ5UXU-rmDIAIwFvuCA-4WJcf50SISWR2wuOg11ZQmkYbgq4NvBzgV6g5uYr788SYPuVC5swftZyFnYQNLLo4oyWHDaii7cf7zZGRUK5qNMKQe-0/s3968/IMG_20181103_114556.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3968" data-original-width="2976" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEmMRB8F2Pj6m8FDsV6C0YNKE6h4_P3mujKZqetkowhDWfB2Flt2V5LuEvFBstMJ0YUN-FBrHPeJ5UXU-rmDIAIwFvuCA-4WJcf50SISWR2wuOg11ZQmkYbgq4NvBzgV6g5uYr788SYPuVC5swftZyFnYQNLLo4oyWHDaii7cf7zZGRUK5qNMKQe-0/s320/IMG_20181103_114556.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVczzb6_kulPvo7LEiM0zfuKmCX5u38-2jfCvNpXobJOCcwK1X0U645fHJffwLfashP4fbgFYSXDzA8EiVy084JruhmLjjFVX76aMDegBXrSA-x8DLP8s6xs0-Wfi_vczxfoI4NzFA3Yi9vI2QDrWQr5IlyYXQvbaVMOHb3NSWoTvdPsKGncwToqcI/s3968/IMG_20181103_124737.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3968" data-original-width="2976" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVczzb6_kulPvo7LEiM0zfuKmCX5u38-2jfCvNpXobJOCcwK1X0U645fHJffwLfashP4fbgFYSXDzA8EiVy084JruhmLjjFVX76aMDegBXrSA-x8DLP8s6xs0-Wfi_vczxfoI4NzFA3Yi9vI2QDrWQr5IlyYXQvbaVMOHb3NSWoTvdPsKGncwToqcI/s320/IMG_20181103_124737.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Outra delas foi a visita ao
cemitério de Highgate, não pelo espírito macabro que me pudesse comandar, mas
pela curiosidade de visitar um espaço que é também arte arquitetónica.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Não era a única, mesmo tendo de pagar
bilhete, havia muitos certamente como eu.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Ali se encontram campas e túmulos góticos,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>de filmes de terror como já ali se filmaram,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>e as marcas do tempo<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>e da natureza<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>mais fortes do que o homem.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe-ALtgTC5trCCLHt3mHWwMIYE_721yQzGiq9fXuPAGnUT_OY68eVrn_iRynB63zMLMmDZi3R-OcgU4AB6umYoSqgGgIDNO_ceyeFpSoPqY4QPC80yQhEF3uz2-4eGticap43Dh0dTlSyOGiLCbIqslHHRayvi4W5-AV0ogQ4-xAJ_yiaC6uZsDijK/s6000/DSC_0048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe-ALtgTC5trCCLHt3mHWwMIYE_721yQzGiq9fXuPAGnUT_OY68eVrn_iRynB63zMLMmDZi3R-OcgU4AB6umYoSqgGgIDNO_ceyeFpSoPqY4QPC80yQhEF3uz2-4eGticap43Dh0dTlSyOGiLCbIqslHHRayvi4W5-AV0ogQ4-xAJ_yiaC6uZsDijK/s320/DSC_0048.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Curiosamente, afinal há sempre
alguém macabro o q.b., não só para<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>visitar o espaço em visita guiada,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>vestindo rigorosamente estilo gótico,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>como quem habite<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>dentro do espaço
murado do cemitério,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>com vista
privilegiada para as campas.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Refiro-me a
uma vivenda, tipo casa-cubo,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>certamente
milionária,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>de três pisos,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>cujas paredes são<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>vidros abertos<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>para o exterior,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>e em cujo interior<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>pude contemplar um quarto,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>um piano ,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>um mini ginásio e os seus dois habitantes<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>na sua vida quotidiana e mundana.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Obedientemente não tirei fotografias.<o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhddeXW3bOI7B3wavc7vTSKWyoHyoJb5z9AOyM5y3Y2JG8zMwEeIBBMOs5R4Z5QMZ3QRJ6WVqFL6hoFCwa-MXN89R19dyUZeNyNb-eORdW-Qt5BBl6Hjkthgvdw9ZhH7ooD3fuFwipx-Q6NP-b2JjHVEJPq5fCMZSyxI2LPMeXJ2pKfD281Ocoos5rG/s6000/DSC_0066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhddeXW3bOI7B3wavc7vTSKWyoHyoJb5z9AOyM5y3Y2JG8zMwEeIBBMOs5R4Z5QMZ3QRJ6WVqFL6hoFCwa-MXN89R19dyUZeNyNb-eORdW-Qt5BBl6Hjkthgvdw9ZhH7ooD3fuFwipx-Q6NP-b2JjHVEJPq5fCMZSyxI2LPMeXJ2pKfD281Ocoos5rG/s320/DSC_0066.JPG" width="213" /></a></span></div><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Deixo-me, pois, de preconceitos,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>crendices e<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>outros comportamentos que tais.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A
morte faz parte da vida,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ponto final. </span><o:p></o:p></p>Paula Vidigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02144509052850439515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471183350643553440.post-77709847670865285192022-09-29T17:44:00.000+01:002022-09-29T17:44:01.125+01:00Comboio com ninfas à mistura<p><br /></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">A propósito de Noruega, já falei de fiordes e cascatas , de
viagens por estradas com vistas deslumbrantes e de <i>ferries</i> que deslizam
insonoramente sobre fiordes de sonho. Falta falar de outras viagens - de comboio - e de outras cascatas líquidas e
sonoras.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtt7rx8F3b4VC2uQ017Q0ZDi75AwJYn7HoZfgoHm0Q9Y5uNdKquANeF8l35zIFMa0UjAUcSGozO9q0BnpwcS7GQphbee5VpaV5qVqK3_uf2q3_zAAb2P1Fdf1QQNJYuRDKvEtDaBolWXCjtDkPKXYvzMSThbED96nGvTfIDuP3pCMEQxsldW5V71CW/s6000/DSC_0308.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtt7rx8F3b4VC2uQ017Q0ZDi75AwJYn7HoZfgoHm0Q9Y5uNdKquANeF8l35zIFMa0UjAUcSGozO9q0BnpwcS7GQphbee5VpaV5qVqK3_uf2q3_zAAb2P1Fdf1QQNJYuRDKvEtDaBolWXCjtDkPKXYvzMSThbED96nGvTfIDuP3pCMEQxsldW5V71CW/s320/DSC_0308.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Para quem quer percorrer a distância
Fläm- Myrdal, pode fazê-lo ou a pé, ou <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>de bicicleta ou de comboio. A <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>meio do percurso pode deleitar-se com a
cascata Kjosfossen , a qual <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>reserva, no
verão, ainda uma outra surpresa...<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Há muitos, muitos anos, chegar a Myrdal
seria um longo percurso por subidas íngremes e ventos glaciais, porém, em<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>1941, depois de 20 anos de construção, escavando
cada metro à mão, inaugurou-se o primeiro comboio que permitiu<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>unir pessoas e localidades. A <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>passo de caracol, demorando um mês para
escavar um metro de túnel, <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>o homem conseguiu
mais esta proeza, documentada no Museu Carril em Fläm (entrada gratuita) e
vivenciada num percurso relaxante de comboio, com as vistas mais incríveis.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSzaHQPhVh04m-Cdt2KsFnvoeVpgvdOqLeIZSFxKFoSq9Pg3HVH3vGJsKSMSWZblqS9tvvvCXRbjnJCuRV6YToDXHzQ0QK25LBU7II-Mtzt80UjD8KfkT1N-pTAPTxDaHWeIbcoN_uV1hKKV-_hjx8IY5CpQdOZiUOip_GNlnjYh26BQfdS5KN-a6l/s6000/DSC_0338.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSzaHQPhVh04m-Cdt2KsFnvoeVpgvdOqLeIZSFxKFoSq9Pg3HVH3vGJsKSMSWZblqS9tvvvCXRbjnJCuRV6YToDXHzQ0QK25LBU7II-Mtzt80UjD8KfkT1N-pTAPTxDaHWeIbcoN_uV1hKKV-_hjx8IY5CpQdOZiUOip_GNlnjYh26BQfdS5KN-a6l/s320/DSC_0338.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJLpOkdhdzUX-xD4L0dez7Avgd3-OGOMwnvTt-M_Z713vtQhHiPXfzhh35q6-Pekcv-Qn_dueWuYTYLGttChFNhcszFqoX4OTGml4N8DbR6hoFFtjCL3HN3AfXlT4ri3LrFhQkJ7hUX34hOd79vH9Kn6vI4lDRWubSnpfwJNICUTQ4vsfvc6TYqnhA/s6000/DSC_0329.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJLpOkdhdzUX-xD4L0dez7Avgd3-OGOMwnvTt-M_Z713vtQhHiPXfzhh35q6-Pekcv-Qn_dueWuYTYLGttChFNhcszFqoX4OTGml4N8DbR6hoFFtjCL3HN3AfXlT4ri3LrFhQkJ7hUX34hOd79vH9Kn6vI4lDRWubSnpfwJNICUTQ4vsfvc6TYqnhA/s320/DSC_0329.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">A meio do percurso o comboio para
e os passageiros podem admirar a cascata Kjosfossen e deleitar-se com<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>a surpresa visual e musicada a dar vida a
mais um mito. Desta vez não será um <i>troll </i>obeso e narigudo, mas uma
elegante dama vestida de vermelho, dançando no seio da paisagem, ao som de uma
música etérea a ecoar pelas montanhas. A dama de vermelho, é a ninfa Huldra,
aquela que encanta os homens viajantes. E a avaliar pelo resultado, as mulheres
também…<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvM28VmBRPi7x6ofxJ9WW_ZhwHNTAP1cHxQPaDKVuxpZG7_9meAo4Ufuc1Ee5_z7DpIsQ_izDnAir3k5p0VFHCWfoL4xnnEkrA6H4NYILE_5Uf2_9W7N1P2oh7j-9t4GXsKFwM5kAx_dEZNvFzcNcY99HZGmHFPHEX5dVr-tTjbLFrREmPdC9EHX6c/s6000/DSC_0350.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvM28VmBRPi7x6ofxJ9WW_ZhwHNTAP1cHxQPaDKVuxpZG7_9meAo4Ufuc1Ee5_z7DpIsQ_izDnAir3k5p0VFHCWfoL4xnnEkrA6H4NYILE_5Uf2_9W7N1P2oh7j-9t4GXsKFwM5kAx_dEZNvFzcNcY99HZGmHFPHEX5dVr-tTjbLFrREmPdC9EHX6c/s320/DSC_0350.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl0x5j0d07fJDJC7hCg7K0dktnmhXpDqa0Rdj1ltQEQJTBhh8be7Eyt1VHvKfehbpDqBRbYez7nRwwEZOTGoWsH53OiVCuc31G-tRSyAAyZfUjPW8FC-UYkAr9uB52GXDj9rViwzASgIfprBHMOD-92hLemNx7iQFEN9zS8IxiKP_YJy5sn19a4jo7/s6000/DSC_0354.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl0x5j0d07fJDJC7hCg7K0dktnmhXpDqa0Rdj1ltQEQJTBhh8be7Eyt1VHvKfehbpDqBRbYez7nRwwEZOTGoWsH53OiVCuc31G-tRSyAAyZfUjPW8FC-UYkAr9uB52GXDj9rViwzASgIfprBHMOD-92hLemNx7iQFEN9zS8IxiKP_YJy5sn19a4jo7/s320/DSC_0354.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p>Paula Vidigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02144509052850439515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471183350643553440.post-77104535265425946192022-09-18T17:53:00.003+01:002022-09-18T17:53:31.745+01:00Justice4Grenfell *<p> </p>
<blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Notting Hill não é só o filme com o mesmo nome ( Julia
Roberts e<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> Hugh Grant, </span>lembram-se?) e<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>não é só o seu <a href="https://viajantedecasaascostas.blogspot.com/2022/08/carnaval-em-agosto.html">carnaval</a> de agosto (que muitos
desconhecem). Notting Hill é também a zona conhecida pelo mercado alternativo
de Portobello Road, porém, mesmo ali ao
lado, ergue-se a terrível memória de uma<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>tragédia: o dantesco incêndio da Torre de Grenfell, em junho de 2017.</p></blockquote></blockquote><br /><p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLZzfzowEsNnmV3RYMIztWIiIs1ZxnYgvCNwuyfAs4PTo4bCRXwwbKTutgPKZtOSNK1DBZsXfRU6UOfnQIBdxlDYq_gnyC5_NHOzKVRLH1E6H09uLkYRW-AkX6qGOXgOJJickJnS_9kjBoBxQhp3m9WwVbVzxlk69pHWggHxcq60EjwxUhaNgnAKyW/s6000/DSC_0337.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLZzfzowEsNnmV3RYMIztWIiIs1ZxnYgvCNwuyfAs4PTo4bCRXwwbKTutgPKZtOSNK1DBZsXfRU6UOfnQIBdxlDYq_gnyC5_NHOzKVRLH1E6H09uLkYRW-AkX6qGOXgOJJickJnS_9kjBoBxQhp3m9WwVbVzxlk69pHWggHxcq60EjwxUhaNgnAKyW/s320/DSC_0337.JPG" width="320" /></a></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">O mercado continua lá todos os sábados com roupas <i>vintage</i>,
artesanato,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>frutas e
legumes,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>pessoas cheias de vida.</p></blockquote></blockquote><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY8gxMJBUsO0UwqTkXNr295GhjfFKzRMf8gJxPFx1JTvbnFIofCvEz3b8_eTmniFFsikkLUc_91EI7LSk5ZRGmexFeBn-ec0TqHc7QPu-N2ZtKWmZhwCI3L0xTSgA-L-MzIC3YWkAAvAjpXZxdSrSrss5oBRpguZGr-rnvW3pRKSYCqaIpBYPlM2h_/s6000/DSC_0399.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY8gxMJBUsO0UwqTkXNr295GhjfFKzRMf8gJxPFx1JTvbnFIofCvEz3b8_eTmniFFsikkLUc_91EI7LSk5ZRGmexFeBn-ec0TqHc7QPu-N2ZtKWmZhwCI3L0xTSgA-L-MzIC3YWkAAvAjpXZxdSrSrss5oBRpguZGr-rnvW3pRKSYCqaIpBYPlM2h_/s320/DSC_0399.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg9Jq0fLpVug3nxIrqWD4vLvN1WDcxs8ASvp-VzACh6I7PoX0Dza170Mf2boLoUin_GBNpntrN_o2M304kFskX3JQuR_LNn3oGTMkrgvz9HwAKJVIMUWRoke-gHDLOkdO_re3NeYcQXCgiiYZaLxX_co7-Pd3CG0lyIht-guGJCtTrSoSRNSqOsFbs/s6000/DSC_0348.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg9Jq0fLpVug3nxIrqWD4vLvN1WDcxs8ASvp-VzACh6I7PoX0Dza170Mf2boLoUin_GBNpntrN_o2M304kFskX3JQuR_LNn3oGTMkrgvz9HwAKJVIMUWRoke-gHDLOkdO_re3NeYcQXCgiiYZaLxX_co7-Pd3CG0lyIht-guGJCtTrSoSRNSqOsFbs/s320/DSC_0348.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div> <p></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Portobello Road também,
com as suas lojas curiosas,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>as suas
cores amistosas,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>as evocações de arte,
vida e mais vidas.</p></blockquote></blockquote><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6KCy49SmPxQGwcXO4BS0LperRaJyUmeZMCCffFaAfttQv70QuBEyuK1mpcR-bTfCHoUegdyd0y4Rccv52mM1DyAODGYZxj9KB4fX5iMBUP9n1yGNENN9Unh8sBNV3QfZcWBkt0GBkSXRBdGRu8-hXHDRaPkNgfzJCVhx1UfjyYwVGYOx7_IzaT_XG/s5642/DSC_0350%20(2).JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5642" data-original-width="3945" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6KCy49SmPxQGwcXO4BS0LperRaJyUmeZMCCffFaAfttQv70QuBEyuK1mpcR-bTfCHoUegdyd0y4Rccv52mM1DyAODGYZxj9KB4fX5iMBUP9n1yGNENN9Unh8sBNV3QfZcWBkt0GBkSXRBdGRu8-hXHDRaPkNgfzJCVhx1UfjyYwVGYOx7_IzaT_XG/s320/DSC_0350%20(2).JPG" width="224" /></a></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU1-nq0JQFptmvxXxbvn-p7bxoxdS1LFBtNs0moa34p2wH6TrfcZBxdXaZRYdbK4PcITevBKcOPPI9zY4mPPMfDkuDSB7FrCPLXIbu5OwAmfmicmP2QtTW8BbpbGbOgT2iALnu5GBB-GhbPVwfruR9sJ52I7VYhuhmRYhQjiof9IMPnupeXdVIzy8m/s5311/DSC_0396%20(2).JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5311" data-original-width="3974" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU1-nq0JQFptmvxXxbvn-p7bxoxdS1LFBtNs0moa34p2wH6TrfcZBxdXaZRYdbK4PcITevBKcOPPI9zY4mPPMfDkuDSB7FrCPLXIbu5OwAmfmicmP2QtTW8BbpbGbOgT2iALnu5GBB-GhbPVwfruR9sJ52I7VYhuhmRYhQjiof9IMPnupeXdVIzy8m/s320/DSC_0396%20(2).JPG" width="239" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5PMt8-dUZWoHDCDfc8vXqStRgAE7vSWbsBg41QKkDoTrHDVgjrA28Ojx1Sd4rQ4h5nwLfe-4ygweDG3Z6XiOEa8Hf-xo4vrnuxEXVGfIzSlnA0Ev_yWpg6lanBXst8GsuRMrgATqSO34a6qkdQ1FnLbs4hYjqtBFXEZ9MR7urkGQp-T_iIzAa9Ioy/s6000/DSC_0392.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5PMt8-dUZWoHDCDfc8vXqStRgAE7vSWbsBg41QKkDoTrHDVgjrA28Ojx1Sd4rQ4h5nwLfe-4ygweDG3Z6XiOEa8Hf-xo4vrnuxEXVGfIzSlnA0Ev_yWpg6lanBXst8GsuRMrgATqSO34a6qkdQ1FnLbs4hYjqtBFXEZ9MR7urkGQp-T_iIzAa9Ioy/s320/DSC_0392.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><p></p><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2cGJnshrgs1ZTzI56kNwocfmxpSi8ukNcIqedz48HpVBISx4ggEWyzjMXvMPSczxU3s8ZH1VfBKMtV84bRKG-33BgyBVAM0A9rHP1UmYJOEm-P_FlmU56wOJ-dWpBbtMs21ka1OnYBDDj3flLsdxdc0BYnBmwGP7w_KDs-7pYdogXaO9rAOAC-Ju1/s5440/DSC_0009%20(2).JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2cGJnshrgs1ZTzI56kNwocfmxpSi8ukNcIqedz48HpVBISx4ggEWyzjMXvMPSczxU3s8ZH1VfBKMtV84bRKG-33BgyBVAM0A9rHP1UmYJOEm-P_FlmU56wOJ-dWpBbtMs21ka1OnYBDDj3flLsdxdc0BYnBmwGP7w_KDs-7pYdogXaO9rAOAC-Ju1/s5440/DSC_0009%20(2).JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3917" data-original-width="5440" height="230" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2cGJnshrgs1ZTzI56kNwocfmxpSi8ukNcIqedz48HpVBISx4ggEWyzjMXvMPSczxU3s8ZH1VfBKMtV84bRKG-33BgyBVAM0A9rHP1UmYJOEm-P_FlmU56wOJ-dWpBbtMs21ka1OnYBDDj3flLsdxdc0BYnBmwGP7w_KDs-7pYdogXaO9rAOAC-Ju1/s320/DSC_0009%20(2).JPG" width="320" /></a></div></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><p> </p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">O <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>filme com o mesmo
nome continua a ser<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>evocado nos
cartazes,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>na porta azul<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>simultaneamente fotografada<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>e vandalizada,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>na livraria apetecivelmente concorrida.</p></blockquote></blockquote><p><br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwb-NW-0sAVCP48YwDXO3SzIg-wYkaWlNgR9UEEGOAVPwPoWZbpDlogDMmQ1X1wjTkKBgBQTO8xLQKjrg34kMUUIjI638NI0sgxNj0o7_zviSwqRrkkFgqENb4V2urpBLgQgdlw5OLLk_4mqowNgr6LmfIdK4Rk1phNWYdcDmeDiO1L29FglaOORhl/s3137/porta%20azul.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3137" data-original-width="1726" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwb-NW-0sAVCP48YwDXO3SzIg-wYkaWlNgR9UEEGOAVPwPoWZbpDlogDMmQ1X1wjTkKBgBQTO8xLQKjrg34kMUUIjI638NI0sgxNj0o7_zviSwqRrkkFgqENb4V2urpBLgQgdlw5OLLk_4mqowNgr6LmfIdK4Rk1phNWYdcDmeDiO1L29FglaOORhl/s320/porta%20azul.jpg" width="176" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLYcjsjc-bbwsaXUqRzsv9y_5bGt5XwXYb4O2GgE9zjYFnXyWNZUIqZxbCCA4OGzH54vt07VlQO2qO0BzldWFgmWKeSUXowuFRTdu21HjBbv_PDckcSqz6EwsFmC2YQVDYvMhF9tecxwPjB6B3nrtkw6nTftNukjfH8CQpN7PgoEFaFK7IP1EDwkpu/s6000/DSC_0005.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLYcjsjc-bbwsaXUqRzsv9y_5bGt5XwXYb4O2GgE9zjYFnXyWNZUIqZxbCCA4OGzH54vt07VlQO2qO0BzldWFgmWKeSUXowuFRTdu21HjBbv_PDckcSqz6EwsFmC2YQVDYvMhF9tecxwPjB6B3nrtkw6nTftNukjfH8CQpN7PgoEFaFK7IP1EDwkpu/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Também as ruas vizinhas ao mercado formadas por mansões brancas
e coloridas e os seus <i>mews </i>(edifícios usados , no passado, como cavalariças; hoje zonas de habitação altamente inflacionadas) singulares e isolados,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>como pacatas aldeias no meio da confusão da
rua cosmopolita. E, pasme-se ou não , ainda lojas portuguesas a recordar a pátria!</p></blockquote></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><p style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipSykQg3dt1-3brk6ro8tDr5c1jt99BsNeqmdv4b6OetPBGR6_ua5jrdSVlfbdQ6bGs9tph7oXLw6QCiulNS6sjVQ12h4hNj2HzL6I9HApLbzPRv2PIGE3_LTIEwBRj9ge9uxB2Vuq01Q3NrED_z7_dCqkWegCqTqXki98LWvvV-CaWunu0XoQzeoo/s6000/DSC_0404.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipSykQg3dt1-3brk6ro8tDr5c1jt99BsNeqmdv4b6OetPBGR6_ua5jrdSVlfbdQ6bGs9tph7oXLw6QCiulNS6sjVQ12h4hNj2HzL6I9HApLbzPRv2PIGE3_LTIEwBRj9ge9uxB2Vuq01Q3NrED_z7_dCqkWegCqTqXki98LWvvV-CaWunu0XoQzeoo/s320/DSC_0404.JPG" width="320" /></a></p></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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alegria e vida. Ao lado de tudo isto,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ergue-se
na vizinhança<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>o esqueleto branco<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>da tragédia , embrulhado em plástico, onde um incêndio devastador, a começar num frigorífico de uma habitação e alimentado pelo material inflamável do isolamento exterior, causou a morte de 72 pessoas.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A torre
de 24 andares - Grenfell - integrada em North Kensington Council,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>continua a assombrar a zona e a clamar por
Justiça.</p></blockquote></blockquote><p><br /></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><p style="text-align: left;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_3QqwKpKVStGlcj91ued5qpo37Gani432gEo5LEMAk2GeiI-2iFrQDjmdlpCPQmDZCzKS64Bc-nWWmAzPCXrDHZlaoXw9MQzMKqNTQEvMFAsDDyGgntIZI-tkF4iwAJyWfcWiJ82C7TTKqcodRvMVroqn99RNOTDI2Y1dVxbUL3qp8VkAIsViPmBM/s4000/torre.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="1800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_3QqwKpKVStGlcj91ued5qpo37Gani432gEo5LEMAk2GeiI-2iFrQDjmdlpCPQmDZCzKS64Bc-nWWmAzPCXrDHZlaoXw9MQzMKqNTQEvMFAsDDyGgntIZI-tkF4iwAJyWfcWiJ82C7TTKqcodRvMVroqn99RNOTDI2Y1dVxbUL3qp8VkAIsViPmBM/s320/torre.jpg" width="144" /></a></p></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><p style="text-align: center;">Grenfell Tower </p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Para quem caminha de olhos colados ao chão,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> a tragédia</span> continua a<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>lembrar, em muitas línguas, <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>a justiça não cumprida.</p></blockquote></blockquote><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicAqsDkAIwCOC5xTq8yV_6oepAILTH7lMJguN55rQS_RJWEE58rkq4Trf66uJ-_gkRKUa5kWL7WSwmXNj55tLbYJJyl6Svit8-PubVbTwCYzXCw7ywiD18h-0T33Z6slkwNwwG2zOkY70mpCnTFdEyhglyY0sa2ZOzSHzjZ8XJATuvyYpAaAgrZdkl/s3013/p%C3%A9s.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3013" data-original-width="1800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicAqsDkAIwCOC5xTq8yV_6oepAILTH7lMJguN55rQS_RJWEE58rkq4Trf66uJ-_gkRKUa5kWL7WSwmXNj55tLbYJJyl6Svit8-PubVbTwCYzXCw7ywiD18h-0T33Z6slkwNwwG2zOkY70mpCnTFdEyhglyY0sa2ZOzSHzjZ8XJATuvyYpAaAgrZdkl/s320/p%C3%A9s.jpg" width="191" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFFvApUn_j_jyv89e4TKJJmbn2R5G8fjQW8r5pW9fZw_jxKRsUt55SQ-bED3ba5UJ7uv87l_s7dPjgqGsvbA94i0sWMAziPnHeIa76x93ijzsetCC94mlc7xXl4zFup9Q66hF_ITJTgrLd4Jfk0tljCjrXh3jcqgS3JJS-wcPXOpaTAt7WrjeDwOJc/s4000/justi%C3%A7a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="1800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFFvApUn_j_jyv89e4TKJJmbn2R5G8fjQW8r5pW9fZw_jxKRsUt55SQ-bED3ba5UJ7uv87l_s7dPjgqGsvbA94i0sWMAziPnHeIa76x93ijzsetCC94mlc7xXl4zFup9Q66hF_ITJTgrLd4Jfk0tljCjrXh3jcqgS3JJS-wcPXOpaTAt7WrjeDwOJc/s320/justi%C3%A7a.jpg" width="144" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Para quem olha em frente ou para o céu,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>verá o coração da Torre<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>embrulhada, a bater com esperança de que <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>a história não se repita.(Para outros há ainda
o Memorial Wall, mais um muro das lamentações que nunca poderão ser saradas).<span style="text-align: left;"> </span></p></blockquote></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Desde 2017 espera-se<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>uma decisão que contemple o que fazer com a Torre.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Continuar erguida até que a justiça se cumpra,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ou demolir para se esquecer? </p></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">* https://justice4grenfell.org/about/</p></blockquote></blockquote><p><br /></p><p> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p></o:p></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p></o:p></p>Paula Vidigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02144509052850439515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471183350643553440.post-71160002884260790192022-09-07T15:43:00.002+01:002022-09-07T15:45:35.952+01:00O Fiorde dos sonhos<p> </p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">É impossível
ver e estar em todos,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>em 1000 fiordes<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>noruegueses estar no <a href="https://viajantedecasaascostas.blogspot.com/2022/09/ser-se-fiorde.html" target="_blank">Geiranger</a> e no Sognefjord (Fiorde<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>dos sonhos),<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>é já conseguir realizar<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>sonhos.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">Se<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>no primeiro<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>se desliza num imenso ferry, um <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Golias
a engolir carros , autocaravanas e autocarros; <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>no
segundo<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>apenas entram passageiros.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Trata-se de um barco recente,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>da companhia “The fjords”,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>que se move a eletricidade e carrega
espantosamente em 15 minutos! O seu <i>design</i> é moderno, confortável e de incrível
bom gosto.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyN3KZBEFoUnApK2tJcaV2uOMU3pfa92m97NaDrgK5vMyulopeewMUc7sg_jiEX3YV-4EZnSqS7nwdEdVRZgJAxKv8vF0IxSQ7kx0OStjqiL47dz4rKdCRSSbGRa8ZC6ivcGF9mnCek0yrpjieMLcx-LzHlaEMRE5kzDnULmpwAUtzHiqAh4NlEEeF/s6000/DSC_0381.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyN3KZBEFoUnApK2tJcaV2uOMU3pfa92m97NaDrgK5vMyulopeewMUc7sg_jiEX3YV-4EZnSqS7nwdEdVRZgJAxKv8vF0IxSQ7kx0OStjqiL47dz4rKdCRSSbGRa8ZC6ivcGF9mnCek0yrpjieMLcx-LzHlaEMRE5kzDnULmpwAUtzHiqAh4NlEEeF/s320/DSC_0381.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">O <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>percurso inicia-se em Fläm,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>cidade porta de embarque para cruzeiros<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>pequenos e grandes,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ali<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>iniciados<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ou noutras partes do
mundo.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmIAH5Nq5jVA6zIEc3kUL4OvU1eL4RkiFbKiCppmXTQvXwp6SG-DbNnOmjdeURDhUWd4rAtahlM1BF1AEZQI_lvRZz8U6L7XeFSRV6kOCGmpYt4PZklQprFO4OdpBntbxDjTtU5VjcLEn8zHY9w_o3ZzCbKQC1djUoNZTkl2MA5VRsoP6u2RBECpNH/s6000/DSC_0387.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmIAH5Nq5jVA6zIEc3kUL4OvU1eL4RkiFbKiCppmXTQvXwp6SG-DbNnOmjdeURDhUWd4rAtahlM1BF1AEZQI_lvRZz8U6L7XeFSRV6kOCGmpYt4PZklQprFO4OdpBntbxDjTtU5VjcLEn8zHY9w_o3ZzCbKQC1djUoNZTkl2MA5VRsoP6u2RBECpNH/s320/DSC_0387.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">O Fiorde
honra o seu nome<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>e o passeio, o qual, ao
longo de 2:00 horas,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>mesmo com chuviscos
e <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>algum vento frio em pleno julho (!),<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>deixa os passageiros extasiados com a beleza
envolvente,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>e com a harmonia<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>equilibrada entre homem e natureza.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhztmHlhN1dL67joMWRLQF0w5LyEJflaZPc1H2VIWHC4IhCDIKvNGhmBe_gTy4Fon7oegIr7bI1QcnNh9n9hU7K2tcvk_-Q7JsPq_eqdN2yyLMNoeh2CYXLuV9LfJUfnbJSusp6tsGar7Gabp-WaTMzOOh7xAWtj8rR5HdR0M5IhvQLfELRPorfT9uv/s6000/DSC_0398.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhztmHlhN1dL67joMWRLQF0w5LyEJflaZPc1H2VIWHC4IhCDIKvNGhmBe_gTy4Fon7oegIr7bI1QcnNh9n9hU7K2tcvk_-Q7JsPq_eqdN2yyLMNoeh2CYXLuV9LfJUfnbJSusp6tsGar7Gabp-WaTMzOOh7xAWtj8rR5HdR0M5IhvQLfELRPorfT9uv/s320/DSC_0398.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Casas simples e coloridas .</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioGh6aR3kGjCRgvLdKsAV9KL2NCzaPjVMxrCx3HNhul4nB1rKF7M5jtF2JI37u9lsUS_gtbkGzE-2oYhGUN5wC-EzSFcqXx7qnnPjeB9b1FQ25shsW5Lc2KKp17iawoJRxXdXl9M-MZ_2K5fEqpSblqUaHnVS3spQHzUmL2SaWq--DZdHa-dwW_d-s/s320/DSC_0427.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">Casinhas sem poluição</span></div><div><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;">O “sonho” tem
204 km de comprimento<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>e 1300 m. de
profundidade. <o:p></o:p></span></p></div>Paula Vidigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02144509052850439515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471183350643553440.post-32034762210340146552022-09-07T15:42:00.016+01:002022-09-11T21:25:10.412+01:00Esperando que a onda não chegue<p> </p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Pensamos que controlamos a
natureza,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>mas é o inverso, apenas a
descontrolamos. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Em 1905, uma derrocada de um pedaço da
montanha Ramnefjellet, na Noruega, provocou um
<i>tsunami</i><i> </i> que levou à frente aldeias e suas respetivas vidas. Em 1934,
a mesma montanha voltou a ouvir-se
e a tragédia repetiu-se: uma derrocada de mais de 700 metros de altura
provocou três ondas com mais de 60 metros de altura.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Esta realidade foi ficcionada no filme <a href="https://viajantedecasaascostas.blogspot.com/2022/09/ser-se-fiorde.html" target="_blank">"A onda"</a>,
o qual<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>projeta o incidente<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>mudando o cenário para a vizinha Geiranger.</span></p></blockquote><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTPpEEuJ28LN_peBizirwyceEZPQS7gd32iPXNNeRTp-p78IIoJuIrTB7UiNY-Sfml_2LFfG1gfuN3rUS6qrGbiP5ZMjz-WLZHJrHLHGIq6irAN__EizvHM4hdF5dMVVChH3-zuV-xt0g2fZGe1M2t1q0t4hcw67jNtqsANEmnCgSd99M7bs7x5RXR/s4000/20220724_213847.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="1800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTPpEEuJ28LN_peBizirwyceEZPQS7gd32iPXNNeRTp-p78IIoJuIrTB7UiNY-Sfml_2LFfG1gfuN3rUS6qrGbiP5ZMjz-WLZHJrHLHGIq6irAN__EizvHM4hdF5dMVVChH3-zuV-xt0g2fZGe1M2t1q0t4hcw67jNtqsANEmnCgSd99M7bs7x5RXR/s320/20220724_213847.jpg" width="144" /></a></span></p></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-size: large;"> Vale de Loen, Noruega</span></o:p></p></blockquote></blockquote><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"> <span style="text-align: justify;"> </span><span style="text-align: justify;">A Igreja de Loen</span><span style="text-align: justify;"> </span><span style="text-align: justify;">presta homenagem</span><span style="text-align: justify;"> </span><span style="text-align: justify;">às vítimas do incidente</span><span style="text-align: justify;"> </span><span style="text-align: justify;">num</span><span style="text-align: justify;"> </span><span style="text-align: justify;">Memorial que olha o vale. Os nomes nele gravados deixaram de ver há muito, alguns deles bem precocemente…</span></span></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-size: large;"></span></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj332nsZ1FbcncujdovE-oya_ghJPpBDBJgIYCFZ5TD87WYNiJ5AW-mxB_xCtyNrCY0mU6X17CAkCtJYpAHwk-cagJepvqcD_9LSqYCkxmcmGV2eo0xgdET_XcTs9hdHT0XaLIxtwdhecOSSXuoYW_wVa6rVaj8tHE4k_sjm3bdgW0w8p_lZOuH2bYh/s4000/20220724_214457.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="4000" height="144" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj332nsZ1FbcncujdovE-oya_ghJPpBDBJgIYCFZ5TD87WYNiJ5AW-mxB_xCtyNrCY0mU6X17CAkCtJYpAHwk-cagJepvqcD_9LSqYCkxmcmGV2eo0xgdET_XcTs9hdHT0XaLIxtwdhecOSSXuoYW_wVa6rVaj8tHE4k_sjm3bdgW0w8p_lZOuH2bYh/s320/20220724_214457.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_-2EAkAfY_aOIrZB_rhT4IHL9R_n1SMEtjkB4bfUpOJzCfw3BhvFop8LJ1qgx8YDj1oIyxTs8zUjY92uhYNhG8SxSkvHVTEMM37BBpHIjgoG7p3Ukd7FNNw2XrGnF2xASWjST41CxGOIUBM8E0cQ0tPh1_-d5E-ZRBdqSuHQrx-iUQHODcsx3XCyT/s3264/20220724_214407.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="1468" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_-2EAkAfY_aOIrZB_rhT4IHL9R_n1SMEtjkB4bfUpOJzCfw3BhvFop8LJ1qgx8YDj1oIyxTs8zUjY92uhYNhG8SxSkvHVTEMM37BBpHIjgoG7p3Ukd7FNNw2XrGnF2xASWjST41CxGOIUBM8E0cQ0tPh1_-d5E-ZRBdqSuHQrx-iUQHODcsx3XCyT/s320/20220724_214407.jpg" width="144" /></a></div></span></blockquote></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIXeTURGnRUnUaOfB234p1poGpBVzPJOKdwDitY3_B7c6U_MpvuCnlwJPCI9-EQ_lwSeRnYlIwbN4y52Vr0GHWzyWvAconOnSVzgXoz82op7P1jTq57E92fLXXJIa7_M38Pi6qOJih-9PMdJfP3dsgPiJQsXDUoUC9SbfP2euwadPJzYYMRq3z087i/s4000/20220724_214242.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="4000" height="144" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIXeTURGnRUnUaOfB234p1poGpBVzPJOKdwDitY3_B7c6U_MpvuCnlwJPCI9-EQ_lwSeRnYlIwbN4y52Vr0GHWzyWvAconOnSVzgXoz82op7P1jTq57E92fLXXJIa7_M38Pi6qOJih-9PMdJfP3dsgPiJQsXDUoUC9SbfP2euwadPJzYYMRq3z087i/s320/20220724_214242.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoj_MdJ8APuqKIxRNxp8zRZD8tPhooo3Q-tUR0IHEfwRar_qYMKhghTwBUjJHplCtGz1CV5f3gqfoETCPPsCeG7SNFd2FGu2LBwh-2ekr-OImDPxUqxYXN6FTxceUjoucxmtHuWVqfPH8H85sv38-y9L9qG64Mo99C21WzTVBaOI8lELx6kqRKLaPK/s4000/20220724_214136.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="1800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoj_MdJ8APuqKIxRNxp8zRZD8tPhooo3Q-tUR0IHEfwRar_qYMKhghTwBUjJHplCtGz1CV5f3gqfoETCPPsCeG7SNFd2FGu2LBwh-2ekr-OImDPxUqxYXN6FTxceUjoucxmtHuWVqfPH8H85sv38-y9L9qG64Mo99C21WzTVBaOI8lELx6kqRKLaPK/s320/20220724_214136.jpg" width="144" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">O Homem espera que a história não
se repita, inventa estratégias preventivas, mas ele mesmo considera que o mesmo
Homem também contribui para a agitação da montanha,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>a qual um dia voltará a rugir e a história voltará
a repetir-se<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>com a chegada de Nova Onda,
enviada pela montanha como que a dizer, “Aqui estou eu, não me esqueci”. Poderá
suceder <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>novamente na Noruega,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>como em qualquer lugar do mundo,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>como em qualquer lugar perto de nós… </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></o:p></p></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Ve0okOevQqsbPeF1DIQUNk6c7A9Wt_eNsqvrdjOYgRh2D2mZla1MQ0iseveQLsaQNXlL9mHEBYuSx7ux5BwpFTBgV-KqOZJIgcyNX0L0qXHAH2EOKp2PuptTL9kwVqBGgnN6TWqRvmnely7SCu0NF5RbzofrSHrzH2WooKiDZSqjC6P2i02khL_f/s4000/20220724_213952.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="1800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Ve0okOevQqsbPeF1DIQUNk6c7A9Wt_eNsqvrdjOYgRh2D2mZla1MQ0iseveQLsaQNXlL9mHEBYuSx7ux5BwpFTBgV-KqOZJIgcyNX0L0qXHAH2EOKp2PuptTL9kwVqBGgnN6TWqRvmnely7SCu0NF5RbzofrSHrzH2WooKiDZSqjC6P2i02khL_f/s320/20220724_213952.jpg" width="144" /></span></a></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Esperando que a escada não nos leve ao céu, mas que apenas seja adereço na natureza... </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p></o:p></p>
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Paula Vidigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02144509052850439515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471183350643553440.post-61085290581615447022022-09-06T18:04:00.008+01:002022-09-06T18:04:59.385+01:00Ser-se fiorde<p> </p><br />
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><o:p> </o:p>Para se ser Fiorde é necessário
um canal por onde entre a água do mar; uma estrutura de costa terrestre, como um
vale; agentes erosivos; movimentos
tectónicos e degelo.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A Noruega possui estes
ingredientes e, por isso, cerca de 1000 fiordes!<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Para além deles, ainda lagos que
não o são mas parecem, rios que são rios e outros degelo,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>cascatas e quedas de água,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>o que faz, visto de cima, um país que se
assemelha a uma renda com muitos pontos abertos em azul, verde esmeralda e branco
( do alto das montanhas a água cai como leite).<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">De Lillihammer<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>a Geiranger<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>são ainda cerca de<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>300 quilómetros
de carro, por isso ver o Geirangerfjord, primeiro da nossa lista, <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ainda levará o seu tempo. Até lá, os olhos
deleitar-se-ão com os elementos verdes dos pinheiros e abetos- a árvore
nacional - <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>e mais tarde com as primeiras
pinceladas do branco, da neve que persiste lá no alto.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8vEGPsjzjH9UQBNOmkH2wxA8sJHOstWY-ZEaxORn9ERqlbksMyMohZGwj97CupR9pUjmVe5U9qk7AsPJBmTCO8FasVtvXvrEiW9bC3r54092K4D64ibU55-O25RzPihgHmOExILjQUS1Nmqvuv4RuWrhlQSb2PfASYbASJo4QcftQZ0Gi5dwa7XQ7/s4000/20220725_092401.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="1800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8vEGPsjzjH9UQBNOmkH2wxA8sJHOstWY-ZEaxORn9ERqlbksMyMohZGwj97CupR9pUjmVe5U9qk7AsPJBmTCO8FasVtvXvrEiW9bC3r54092K4D64ibU55-O25RzPihgHmOExILjQUS1Nmqvuv4RuWrhlQSb2PfASYbASJo4QcftQZ0Gi5dwa7XQ7/s320/20220725_092401.jpg" width="144" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">a árvore nacional</span></div><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Cruzar-se-á <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>o Vale de Gudbrandsdalen, fonte de inspiração
para Henrik Ibsen,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>com a sua lenda de Peer
Gynt,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>o jovem sonhador,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>que quis ir mais longe do que as regras
exigiam, e<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>musicado por Edvard Grieg, filho
da terra também muito presente nesta viagem.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> <br /></span></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZUFc5pogC68fKKpIjo_fy68Jhx10d5TMC7NCjWIl4P-9LAfcmdy4ACYw-zv2AgFxM88GZVMbNnnNhFtC7Jhh-6BS6cIXX8S6tLRGFXtUtNOawnbBPQpzxcx0DB_XLWSy8ui5D1htxEwEP911bkRSlZlbXYtrKXKvMm1lLTbglhSk4eeYEWXiwQqCg/s6000/DSC_0056.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZUFc5pogC68fKKpIjo_fy68Jhx10d5TMC7NCjWIl4P-9LAfcmdy4ACYw-zv2AgFxM88GZVMbNnnNhFtC7Jhh-6BS6cIXX8S6tLRGFXtUtNOawnbBPQpzxcx0DB_XLWSy8ui5D1htxEwEP911bkRSlZlbXYtrKXKvMm1lLTbglhSk4eeYEWXiwQqCg/s320/DSC_0056.JPG" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Em Lom, a primeira paragem para
apreciar a música da água<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>que cai
violentamente das altas montanhas,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>e para
se conhecer uma das igrejas mais antigas do país,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: large;">a Lonestave, </span><span style="font-size: large;">com a sua construção em madeira,</span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">mantendo ainda a crista medieval com uma
cabeça de</span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">dragão.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQNAiCaHxGHt5HPsuHHkbEW63su37AcQpagwDZ9ZjruDP_OmMVVOiIvR-mSdsxqaqQxIs4HfensdSL1kuG0ieVVBuceNpzv_XvzGnLOecAuD8jxCsJ1Wj6qt_dsE1OTzfkx4917mtJKlVyRLICnsVmvH2moL3ua91KYOjueMqcqPBVoWUqHFttq81o/s5835/DSC_0085%20(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3983" data-original-width="5835" height="218" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQNAiCaHxGHt5HPsuHHkbEW63su37AcQpagwDZ9ZjruDP_OmMVVOiIvR-mSdsxqaqQxIs4HfensdSL1kuG0ieVVBuceNpzv_XvzGnLOecAuD8jxCsJ1Wj6qt_dsE1OTzfkx4917mtJKlVyRLICnsVmvH2moL3ua91KYOjueMqcqPBVoWUqHFttq81o/s320/DSC_0085%20(2).JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">cascata em Lom</span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">De Lom a Geiranger, segue-se pela
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Estrada das Águias, <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>uma “estrada para se ir sentindo”, vendo <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>as primeiras pinceladas de neve e os telhados
de turfa; as autocaravanas sempre omnipresentes e os parques para as mesmas; os
caminhos sinuosos até ao vale.<o:p></o:p></span></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifGR9vJJuihv2NgWEBLiP1BM8fnYRI8APEPUu85kliP31hpipvGH2J9_Td4P337OG_2Klq0pkOXMyp1lOMpgRYpJEaa0_tAZqia7Y2RalfSXmt9bGufZUUCGoIgBO6rpnqNMXGKDSQc5kOW2ejvrPjzL3h6k9A8HOfWJO55kcK8p5FVb_XTvaBG0H8/s4817/DSC_0067%20(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="font-size: large; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3921" data-original-width="4817" height="260" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifGR9vJJuihv2NgWEBLiP1BM8fnYRI8APEPUu85kliP31hpipvGH2J9_Td4P337OG_2Klq0pkOXMyp1lOMpgRYpJEaa0_tAZqia7Y2RalfSXmt9bGufZUUCGoIgBO6rpnqNMXGKDSQc5kOW2ejvrPjzL3h6k9A8HOfWJO55kcK8p5FVb_XTvaBG0H8/s320/DSC_0067%20(2).JPG" width="320" /></a></p></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju73JXv4J4Tnc2xj4whgq45sVt6rzUpGHeWHQUm6rL0nrGNWP8By8ZBQfSosJf4dGbYgkwv-ABPh0oneQl4DUbANvTlif0taJ-pQ_dSb3QvakSKXlDBdF79N3fUyWgQcLi3R96OMX68HBxuewwWvreGRj0tMlOcmWDbyBdMy8RFHSfRgNxEYmKSPzb/s6000/DSC_0099.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju73JXv4J4Tnc2xj4whgq45sVt6rzUpGHeWHQUm6rL0nrGNWP8By8ZBQfSosJf4dGbYgkwv-ABPh0oneQl4DUbANvTlif0taJ-pQ_dSb3QvakSKXlDBdF79N3fUyWgQcLi3R96OMX68HBxuewwWvreGRj0tMlOcmWDbyBdMy8RFHSfRgNxEYmKSPzb/s320/DSC_0099.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">camping</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZRW3s84T9YEJQ4iQ5L2nfIgvORpN_mplzfEXUwO9v0eVvPlJJy0VDPhRHNuZYTCRst4H6zlnbFhtvc1_45v5agsy2vKRyVHgcV3cuOLSA45VyUP7t1HvAT7IaDsmV02Mg5NdDhi2UVnau0l_rtGJN8yY22LCh5EVMOzdN552aKeGxc-42wKFiLueq/s6000/DSC_0131.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZRW3s84T9YEJQ4iQ5L2nfIgvORpN_mplzfEXUwO9v0eVvPlJJy0VDPhRHNuZYTCRst4H6zlnbFhtvc1_45v5agsy2vKRyVHgcV3cuOLSA45VyUP7t1HvAT7IaDsmV02Mg5NdDhi2UVnau0l_rtGJN8yY22LCh5EVMOzdN552aKeGxc-42wKFiLueq/s320/DSC_0131.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFUJeyKkBUZMFVFpgB04seF8guw7EtyFYD8L9sGNVJk2wWaaIneqNi4oRyAkNPbuGzDJC-GatgN0jdVpNXW0tJqo5ky_0riw9tUaRagKMO1R0bTwWMCMEeTNVYhfm2ciyjQd_qWVo3FhyI2jVo6_IxzXvrBHe7JVdeT7ZwNLbMM2TKJdvJILFfvuiE/s6000/DSC_0134.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFUJeyKkBUZMFVFpgB04seF8guw7EtyFYD8L9sGNVJk2wWaaIneqNi4oRyAkNPbuGzDJC-GatgN0jdVpNXW0tJqo5ky_0riw9tUaRagKMO1R0bTwWMCMEeTNVYhfm2ciyjQd_qWVo3FhyI2jVo6_IxzXvrBHe7JVdeT7ZwNLbMM2TKJdvJILFfvuiE/s320/DSC_0134.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglgjBcwZARnYB-lVC3Qk_d8cfrtKHThjsNCF_2xy5RMqeCPNp39s_c0wDSw65rZG0YrjT1sGCEMY8ss79a4spNJTWlEM5f_Ow6muByfdlfsnOV5LMWTHeRAjMzBFxjCfWBpmMeY9kKJNX3YNhO-Fe9tRknok9a27c5J_GRHqMivk2o7_n_N8jffrZP/s5935/DSC_0155%20(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3575" data-original-width="5935" height="193" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglgjBcwZARnYB-lVC3Qk_d8cfrtKHThjsNCF_2xy5RMqeCPNp39s_c0wDSw65rZG0YrjT1sGCEMY8ss79a4spNJTWlEM5f_Ow6muByfdlfsnOV5LMWTHeRAjMzBFxjCfWBpmMeY9kKJNX3YNhO-Fe9tRknok9a27c5J_GRHqMivk2o7_n_N8jffrZP/s320/DSC_0155%20(2).JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Geiranger assenta no vale , cercada
de montanhas e é porta de entrada para o Fiorde com o mesmo nome.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A povoação vale uma breve visita e foi cenário
do filme “A onda” , ficção baseada em factos reais que viríamos a conhecer dali
a poucas horas no vale onde se situa a povoação de Loen. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgESFp9ZLZanuinhoT888gMnvLP_AHhjSGpAOs2wFKulRnRAkEAqpu4MY_Wntbth0jIMjaZUSBCo8Rv6_ZQGHAMq9hXoFVprDrzZOQdztEGWd4hkLYdRqtIoe8KCXQ4iy7Xn9bCAi_kTYRXVZcMQlCxTLmjpq06UsjJNWB9JF8uVuB8e8s4UV6WDlyr/s6000/DSC_0179.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgESFp9ZLZanuinhoT888gMnvLP_AHhjSGpAOs2wFKulRnRAkEAqpu4MY_Wntbth0jIMjaZUSBCo8Rv6_ZQGHAMq9hXoFVprDrzZOQdztEGWd4hkLYdRqtIoe8KCXQ4iy7Xn9bCAi_kTYRXVZcMQlCxTLmjpq06UsjJNWB9JF8uVuB8e8s4UV6WDlyr/s320/DSC_0179.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Geiranger vista do alto</span></p></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6YV9GX51dDSpKmkn7n7vMkLY2mf7bqyr-IsZUP812DI42087gD7LQqMevnVC7kRNoeQUdLeUrjupYA-JZ8DVZVufqWy_m8CHhY18PErTiBi8SMZQMyftcr0tP9TtXq41Slfjw-KkQGlnYb-wgpLQHTWB7HRKAlE-AhsoN-OwQe8GgUDaW04-g-1lC/s6000/DSC_0188.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6YV9GX51dDSpKmkn7n7vMkLY2mf7bqyr-IsZUP812DI42087gD7LQqMevnVC7kRNoeQUdLeUrjupYA-JZ8DVZVufqWy_m8CHhY18PErTiBi8SMZQMyftcr0tP9TtXq41Slfjw-KkQGlnYb-wgpLQHTWB7HRKAlE-AhsoN-OwQe8GgUDaW04-g-1lC/s320/DSC_0188.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ14T27uJKp7ydWmxN7OZZ3nLr4PHElstRgZOuvD7AQlBDzwKI6xy2DtqwUpGlB5BsV4-ePCuL35UBp2FWtEU1lDUuMWTuWf3f9RD-3HyYKijBQ7qyzA1ajoVjPbT39rLL_40Kc636h7jSc3ta9ou7xYt1Z0g0QHvQiTsLk9GUnzFIzaU829Is3WoJ/s6000/DSC_0193.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ14T27uJKp7ydWmxN7OZZ3nLr4PHElstRgZOuvD7AQlBDzwKI6xy2DtqwUpGlB5BsV4-ePCuL35UBp2FWtEU1lDUuMWTuWf3f9RD-3HyYKijBQ7qyzA1ajoVjPbT39rLL_40Kc636h7jSc3ta9ou7xYt1Z0g0QHvQiTsLk9GUnzFIzaU829Is3WoJ/s320/DSC_0193.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Troll, mais uma lenda ex-libris</p></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhkTce3wdze_pnJCrZ-GjD2x4qdmQmN4NVTZyUdFJg0ZOqKVm6BE3wuZuDhQMXqeNo4jkUs8x4Xvnm7HBT3ivpCLKDoQrnPjBq9I3wbEED-KOTt-tv5Xoov2FzlvlBjTkzAYIldw_KpROj4XSq9ITIRjtbjtWhLBIiVU2pH7DgfTTJXvRWiHIpe0I-/s4000/20220724_162808.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="1800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhkTce3wdze_pnJCrZ-GjD2x4qdmQmN4NVTZyUdFJg0ZOqKVm6BE3wuZuDhQMXqeNo4jkUs8x4Xvnm7HBT3ivpCLKDoQrnPjBq9I3wbEED-KOTt-tv5Xoov2FzlvlBjTkzAYIldw_KpROj4XSq9ITIRjtbjtWhLBIiVU2pH7DgfTTJXvRWiHIpe0I-/s320/20220724_162808.jpg" width="144" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Para chegarmos até lá, há que entrar
na boca do <i>ferry</i> que nos levará a percorrer o Geirangerfjord ,
classificado como património da humanidade pela UNESCO.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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de montanhas com paredes que parecem caras e até com cascatas que contam
histórias como “as sete irmãs”,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>aquelas
que se recusaram a casar e foram cortejadas pelo monte em frente, o qual, com o
desgosto<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>de se ver incorrespondido,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>afogou as suas magoas no álcool e ali reside
condenado a chorar em forma de garrafa contemplando as Sete altaneiras irmãs.<o:p></o:p></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1u-MOADAKWBSajueuI-MKWy-JQG90xmwi_3BTkBQEGiqmd0Zl2W0mtsA7M_TQ446BlmALQ4uZfucKT_vvRWCxUyyoU_UiqcP2OsPAeDrY2aVwHaA6lEoYCe0ECD9qtBz3bo9uQMZG_01YaH03iTgEUdMNDX_DX_9_zGRdxSoria4ChOXQhWV1M7Qe/s6000/DSC_0199.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1u-MOADAKWBSajueuI-MKWy-JQG90xmwi_3BTkBQEGiqmd0Zl2W0mtsA7M_TQ446BlmALQ4uZfucKT_vvRWCxUyyoU_UiqcP2OsPAeDrY2aVwHaA6lEoYCe0ECD9qtBz3bo9uQMZG_01YaH03iTgEUdMNDX_DX_9_zGRdxSoria4ChOXQhWV1M7Qe/s320/DSC_0199.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">O apaixonado</p></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ali, dentro do fiorde, a força da
natureza é tão sublime que quase se sente respirar e questionamo-nos como é possível
o homem ter tentado ali habitar, se não sabia de antemão que é Ela sempre que
nos controla?!</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcZphVqSj88KJswCXRnCQbl_q8yFy_KA_LRbDcJjzgtm6g76R3cLgA3FoSKiupJB6-NiM_qtVEDPjZUGwFMSDb9AC_1BfjwV1GHj1iMAqTeOep1y2qnzT0YNoBlNXFerGbvvEkSV3dQXmUNvdOLwbDjFvN_WMsylK8AtU8Z-xrrJT_6Yq38nKy5U8l/s5537/DSC_0211%20(2).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3959" data-original-width="5537" height="229" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcZphVqSj88KJswCXRnCQbl_q8yFy_KA_LRbDcJjzgtm6g76R3cLgA3FoSKiupJB6-NiM_qtVEDPjZUGwFMSDb9AC_1BfjwV1GHj1iMAqTeOep1y2qnzT0YNoBlNXFerGbvvEkSV3dQXmUNvdOLwbDjFvN_WMsylK8AtU8Z-xrrJT_6Yq38nKy5U8l/s320/DSC_0211%20(2).JPG" width="320" /></a></span></div><o:p></o:p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">( na barriga do fiord)</div><br />Paula Vidigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02144509052850439515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471183350643553440.post-53257940590995075212022-08-30T18:55:00.007+01:002022-08-30T23:42:22.966+01:00 Carnaval em Agosto<p> </p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Ficou-me na memória, das
aulas de inglês dos tempos do liceu, que
em Londres, ao contrário do resto da
Europa-Mundo, se celebrava um carnaval
no verão. A vontade de lá ir permaneceu desde
essa época.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"> Este ano, após 2 anos de vazio devido ao covid-19, o carnaval regressou às ruas de Notting
Hill, Londres. Por pouco o via, mas ainda não foi desta. Fiquei-me pelos preparativos, o que já foi
deveras curioso.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Primeiro que tudo a origem:
este carnaval nasceu com os imigrantes das ilhas caribenhas residentes
em Londres, devido a questões de
discriminação. Alegre e livremente, estes
imigrantes começaram a manifestar-se pelas casas e depois pelas ruas do
Bairro, até chegar àquilo que é
hoje, uma imensidão de festa, albergando mais de 1 milhão de pessoas pelas
ruas de Notting Hill. Anos houve em que
o festejo se complicou com arrastões , o
que complicou as questões de segurança, chegando-se ao compromisso da vigilância e
policiamento, para que todos possam
desfrutar.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Em segundo lugar a organização e realização: esta está nas
mãos da comunidade, evidentemente, e a
sede de tudo mora num curioso espaço de
lazer do qual em tempos <a href="https://viajantedecasaascostas.blogspot.com/2019/05/londres-especial-outonal.html">aqui</a> falei - a
ex- igreja Protestante Evangelista que
se tornou num Tabernáculo - TheTabernacle,
de seu nome - um outrora altar agora
transformado noutro tipo de palco, pisado pelos lendários Rolling Stones e Pink
Floyd e atualmente espaço para concertos, ensaios, e ainda com salas de aulas e workshops, exposições,
café-restaurante. E acima de tudo um espaço de encontro, ao fim da tarde, um
espaço familiar.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNslSPL3VVvk5FXdOCXk01-NlcWTGsrya2_w1ernEYL4VsWiP3YCXveOjD8Tby_2wCq8fiq5eaFJux7Bf7hiababyJSTewsRED3iDZCFARYwdsMxNBKoctp7hWA0E2YiK7EubkVxrSx7jSMlwgyWUwL1NLt2fNIfqtkKKx-ZTa14V2oxiXK_sPhfqo/s3243/tabernacle.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3243" data-original-width="1800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNslSPL3VVvk5FXdOCXk01-NlcWTGsrya2_w1ernEYL4VsWiP3YCXveOjD8Tby_2wCq8fiq5eaFJux7Bf7hiababyJSTewsRED3iDZCFARYwdsMxNBKoctp7hWA0E2YiK7EubkVxrSx7jSMlwgyWUwL1NLt2fNIfqtkKKx-ZTa14V2oxiXK_sPhfqo/s320/tabernacle.jpg" width="178" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">The Tabernacle, o Taj Mahal de North Kensington</span></div><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"> Os dias antes do fim de
semana do carnaval - sempre no último
de agosto - este ano nos dias 27, 28 e 29 ( este último, feriado no Reino
Unido) - <i>The Tabernacle</i> já mostrava sinais de alegria com gente que se
preparava para o evento, em família, atrevo-me a repetir.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Sexta-feira começaram os preparativos de segurança, taipais de madeira ( rico negócio para os
homens da mesma!), a encobrir lojas e
habitações particulares. Minutos depois
e durante a noite, os <i>grafittis</i>
ocupavam o espaço em branco, como se fosse proibido ter a madeira
a nu.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPkdTVGnqQDg31lZI1cPGlgmxVcmd_nRBNpFojX4S_Y153Zk2IPwjHrBRaBjHlIHuffWpyc7hTsLJhBWJKMG4JreI9A4yk6KasgtBbFuTiZH-rEM2hA86DWcQ_wUkiax1NRxbO-sL36CkW2_xVGidkf9bN0zM3hT7A1U60FjYk86NHTj8TDhf5o_Hy/s4000/carnaval%20notting%20hill.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="1800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPkdTVGnqQDg31lZI1cPGlgmxVcmd_nRBNpFojX4S_Y153Zk2IPwjHrBRaBjHlIHuffWpyc7hTsLJhBWJKMG4JreI9A4yk6KasgtBbFuTiZH-rEM2hA86DWcQ_wUkiax1NRxbO-sL36CkW2_xVGidkf9bN0zM3hT7A1U60FjYk86NHTj8TDhf5o_Hy/s320/carnaval%20notting%20hill.jpg" width="144" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ladbroke Grove</div><span style="font-size: 18.6667px; line-height: 115%;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">A segurança seria apertada,
o dispositivo montado variado- <i>toilets</i>,
venda de comes e bebes, voluntários… pensei
inclusivamente que os residentes poderiam cobrar por cada ida ao seu WC, depois de saber que também os mesmos vendiam
cerveja à porta de suas casas. Fiquei depois a saber que a cobrança privada aos
WC não era afinal ideia original…<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhouqZrHNvGmaNDAgRTJiOTdDb6f1SDOxk3ECeOylkF14NM1Ejc6vz3Fv2-rzTD0Tb84YWUFCbpZwm1vaHibR6_rqr47bvE1bG1lwx7zRv2Ud2eu7xKDS_iwQd8QXwL-kzQHHKbEZg_pKHwIdqQQ6DIUtQx5wlDveLxxf1o-M9REhYNXCumFTfPlCor/s1919/wc%20carnaval.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1919" data-original-width="1280" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhouqZrHNvGmaNDAgRTJiOTdDb6f1SDOxk3ECeOylkF14NM1Ejc6vz3Fv2-rzTD0Tb84YWUFCbpZwm1vaHibR6_rqr47bvE1bG1lwx7zRv2Ud2eu7xKDS_iwQd8QXwL-kzQHHKbEZg_pKHwIdqQQ6DIUtQx5wlDveLxxf1o-M9REhYNXCumFTfPlCor/s320/wc%20carnaval.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Foto cedida por quem lá esteve no dia e viu!</span></div><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">Os desfiles e toda a diversão são imersos em muitos decibéis de música, cada grupo dá o seu melhor para os
júris da festa. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLeBJWW4GdHtcunhOHRyU7LnqNypideL2DzifENG6hMnHpwdgZPUcJvXoDh11Rz78TnkHJt0Zn49u2TEGGvSn4T2rm_u3-16XZG3TVDEVCYKlpOTY6vTAzgKk6Y13JfVrdsJnVXS6pzNPJbJDMLlsHSNqL1RALtlnBvyLt-X_UM4ynCYYJiiVXHe53/s4000/ensaio.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="1800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLeBJWW4GdHtcunhOHRyU7LnqNypideL2DzifENG6hMnHpwdgZPUcJvXoDh11Rz78TnkHJt0Zn49u2TEGGvSn4T2rm_u3-16XZG3TVDEVCYKlpOTY6vTAzgKk6Y13JfVrdsJnVXS6pzNPJbJDMLlsHSNqL1RALtlnBvyLt-X_UM4ynCYYJiiVXHe53/s320/ensaio.jpg" width="144" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ensaio antes do concurso de bandas</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-IoRUHW8bnidEqGid6wXwDsGuV0kIaznE9Gsm38DwaEkCRq3uIcY_K9SILcjXEG0U2Lgcb-MGfHlGdaq-5j9jmiU_EiEu8gp1eO8MGiKhA3SEGRy81CQ3mgOz29pjHYd4ZQ_Ehme45qOpD2gAZNsBUrWlgSHhwllR9XfpA7GnMex_bz94fmwMyefY/s2904/mestre%20.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2904" data-original-width="1764" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-IoRUHW8bnidEqGid6wXwDsGuV0kIaznE9Gsm38DwaEkCRq3uIcY_K9SILcjXEG0U2Lgcb-MGfHlGdaq-5j9jmiU_EiEu8gp1eO8MGiKhA3SEGRy81CQ3mgOz29pjHYd4ZQ_Ehme45qOpD2gAZNsBUrWlgSHhwllR9XfpA7GnMex_bz94fmwMyefY/s320/mestre%20.jpg" width="194" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">O "Mestre" agradecendo a colaboração e empenho.</span></div><p></p>
<span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-language: PT;"> O resto - mais decibéis de música, cheiros,
cores, encontrões, pisadelas - ficou
para outra ocasião, o Covid fará parte
apagada da História e o Carnaval de Notting Hill e a sua alegria serão sempre futuro</span>Paula Vidigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02144509052850439515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471183350643553440.post-37321707597601341902022-08-18T17:49:00.003+01:002022-08-18T17:49:25.702+01:00Noruega, “Caminho para o Norte” I. 2022<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmhUWlmXZjbo1w0WBVLW7QZYuGXryKqalgxRic35ULkfqAm_uA47lcjvCCLnUwws8MrbrKWBB5NR-P7olfXsOOBg7tCwU3oDl_OdBhmenDvNDapoLtcgqqw5wSJgSVtA5SFMOqH0U1UL_AlckutjrDj6fEqRnk3lzmkYxb-QvTlQHXOMWX6E7x9PIJ/s6000/DSC_0027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmhUWlmXZjbo1w0WBVLW7QZYuGXryKqalgxRic35ULkfqAm_uA47lcjvCCLnUwws8MrbrKWBB5NR-P7olfXsOOBg7tCwU3oDl_OdBhmenDvNDapoLtcgqqw5wSJgSVtA5SFMOqH0U1UL_AlckutjrDj6fEqRnk3lzmkYxb-QvTlQHXOMWX6E7x9PIJ/s320/DSC_0027.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">“Caminho para o Norte”: um
sonho adiado e realizado, em primeira instância seria realizado sobre as rodas da
casinha, se tivéssemos muitos meses de férias, se a reforma fosse para breve, “se”
e inúmeras condicionais; assim, acabou por se realizar num voo de apenas 8
horas ida e volta, “by plane, by bus” e por outros variados meios de locomoção, exceto
autocaravana.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2X9QwlsUhxTSuVtbjjb1LnfUTRS1G6RRKPU-pzSOX5abLxbN8ys3oomvBp0_I0Yeo411z09goXl7dFxIMNJwmvtdZxaQCarf9DZJbClkVsNG7-Wln6q7Cb2caVVoy_whi0zdrdi99W3IocRZqnSdzvwMcIg2JArn-QZ5hyO0ZRnPHMfRpdr0QEmOt/s6000/DSC_0007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2X9QwlsUhxTSuVtbjjb1LnfUTRS1G6RRKPU-pzSOX5abLxbN8ys3oomvBp0_I0Yeo411z09goXl7dFxIMNJwmvtdZxaQCarf9DZJbClkVsNG7-Wln6q7Cb2caVVoy_whi0zdrdi99W3IocRZqnSdzvwMcIg2JArn-QZ5hyO0ZRnPHMfRpdr0QEmOt/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Apesar de não termos realizado o sonho, fomos vendo como outros o concretizavam. A Noruega é a rainha do autocaravanismo!</span></div><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">O percurso teve a forma de um
olho, mais votado ao sul – este – oeste do que propriamente ao norte do território
norueguês e contemplou a duração de sete dias.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Começou em Oslo aeroporto ( a
extremidade do olho), para logo se percorrer a E6 - com 3.200 km de extensão e a
módica quantia de 1.100 túneis, que leva ao norte <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>- com paragem em Lillehammer; no segundo dia,
Lom- Pollfoss- Gheiranger e Loen; no 3º dia, glaciar de Briksdal, Shey, Flam
(comboio até Myrdal) e vale de Stalheim; 4º dia, navegação pelo Fiorde dos Sonhos,
Voss e Bergen ( a outra extremidade do olho) ; 5º dia Bergen, Hardangerfjord,
cascata de Voring e Geilo; 6º e 7º dias – Oslo. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Liilehammer foi o primeiro contacto
com terras escandinavas bem distantes e diferentes daquelas que a nossa visão e
palato costumam contemplar e degustar. Foi apenas uma pequena introdução ao
território dos imensos lagos e fiordes, às florestas de abetos e cultivos de
maçãs, para chegar a uma pequena (Lille) <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>povoação, vizinha do lado Mjosa, palco
dos Jogos Olímpicos de Inverno de 1994. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyHYLZZWmazaxlnr41TlmCQVRXA3LWV6vvxC7ePswtJhBaK4ZGohaDEUDNI8sriUuFHpP5A-Hf0bE0yfQal0B618gyEdaDuwQewfiy8DPsElLypRhKRVEbGVtbBkXm2iH6jju15i5nsCis6Kd425LwwSMgG-8aYAjH1M05hboKfPJ4fMPfr1akJoRO/s6000/DSC_0003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyHYLZZWmazaxlnr41TlmCQVRXA3LWV6vvxC7ePswtJhBaK4ZGohaDEUDNI8sriUuFHpP5A-Hf0bE0yfQal0B618gyEdaDuwQewfiy8DPsElLypRhKRVEbGVtbBkXm2iH6jju15i5nsCis6Kd425LwwSMgG-8aYAjH1M05hboKfPJ4fMPfr1akJoRO/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">O facho olímpico</p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsXgEp-74YFeRehQYgsBHT3vV1YXFONHyBs0xk6JxW6F3d2HE9BWXB4uDlYmXJD-DwWvOQdTqaQu2SE5YkmdpieHMMb5m7vs8CpmbS1NtrmjCxlBz6KWx0ZhYpFc_siMsdSqPMQcPcB-HkQTBhaTybDHow_I_3l30p643x3_2T-8M1AEQ9DEhHNXWw/s6000/DSC_0006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsXgEp-74YFeRehQYgsBHT3vV1YXFONHyBs0xk6JxW6F3d2HE9BWXB4uDlYmXJD-DwWvOQdTqaQu2SE5YkmdpieHMMb5m7vs8CpmbS1NtrmjCxlBz6KWx0ZhYpFc_siMsdSqPMQcPcB-HkQTBhaTybDHow_I_3l30p643x3_2T-8M1AEQ9DEhHNXWw/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> Pista de saltos</span></div></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">E foi pela pista de <i>sky</i> que
iniciámos o périplo, imaginando o que seria um inverno de manto branco a cobrir
montanhas e gente que desliza em vez de caminhar. A pequena cidade, outrora
cidade mercantil de fábricas e cervejarias – aprendemos logo que a venda de álcool
é proibida em supermercados, o referido comércio é realizado em lojas para o
efeito, o chamado monopólio do vinho, casas <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>controladas pelo Estado - <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>é atualmente um centro <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>de desportos de inverno e de verão.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh01x9Um8XdAjlQOjibddJpP_Ru-rKBhRQGAn-em2jDPDu9lOgDjtBh1bAR_syHm2VQK9A3ch1sWiC4QUkoW0Zdzf2qfiwyRTkHlgSTRUYmDe49J0zrzFj9uB16T_ULuNCzjfjecvh0qrURBIyWDmeO5Z86hA39ucwjOBGR73WCsoa8fOf1hNmol7-M/s6000/DSC_0021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh01x9Um8XdAjlQOjibddJpP_Ru-rKBhRQGAn-em2jDPDu9lOgDjtBh1bAR_syHm2VQK9A3ch1sWiC4QUkoW0Zdzf2qfiwyRTkHlgSTRUYmDe49J0zrzFj9uB16T_ULuNCzjfjecvh0qrURBIyWDmeO5Z86hA39ucwjOBGR73WCsoa8fOf1hNmol7-M/s320/DSC_0021.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;">Antiga fábrica</span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDRjNXBjYEajmTFcEd6ytxNmPF1S0_3L2z73Pkw8N2gvs2Z70W86ZtIgGnF80rPkZglpjKETclvXs3jJnUwDP1e_57GELBj4e75E_ZFHbqAa8-v9lDh4v926aMQ8_ZwNZ6cjBl-tQF9SOB9zeNW8QdcYZEbbgomAv-mJQcpncDjcS2oFds2NvT3lha/s6000/DSC_0016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDRjNXBjYEajmTFcEd6ytxNmPF1S0_3L2z73Pkw8N2gvs2Z70W86ZtIgGnF80rPkZglpjKETclvXs3jJnUwDP1e_57GELBj4e75E_ZFHbqAa8-v9lDh4v926aMQ8_ZwNZ6cjBl-tQF9SOB9zeNW8QdcYZEbbgomAv-mJQcpncDjcS2oFds2NvT3lha/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Loja de vinhos</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4l2d1n_rRd857Xb1HDDoRr6G_asYzwmKW5jFHJ6_f6fp3S2GcAsDAg-yJMEHEB5ilLly7OKUXGiV08FecZmnXXyepM8_H5e5S3Dd-9bi0WRb2Wo2YQy0opAz9FKTc7k1IZdBLjFW8mXhTeh9LBY2i2TxEyxWoUSI8naOsQcbXWqJVO48EZvj7TBFe/s6000/DSC_0018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4l2d1n_rRd857Xb1HDDoRr6G_asYzwmKW5jFHJ6_f6fp3S2GcAsDAg-yJMEHEB5ilLly7OKUXGiV08FecZmnXXyepM8_H5e5S3Dd-9bi0WRb2Wo2YQy0opAz9FKTc7k1IZdBLjFW8mXhTeh9LBY2i2TxEyxWoUSI8naOsQcbXWqJVO48EZvj7TBFe/s320/DSC_0018.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Rua comercial</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxN70dVUBk8opqqBDzGfefXUyTKli1YThdRPbOnpfirbycE9vIQTwyws9a0gJHquCYJOw2JNrjDj4M6M0jqYTKbXIbDlXqQx--HUQjKK3KR6U2yvDlWPICDuxY0PRqJs91IUMs6P_V6j5934GSJZkgtovsB5Vn_JCWICxK4Mj5kmRd46NedO-rXJDM/s6000/DSC_0020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxN70dVUBk8opqqBDzGfefXUyTKli1YThdRPbOnpfirbycE9vIQTwyws9a0gJHquCYJOw2JNrjDj4M6M0jqYTKbXIbDlXqQx--HUQjKK3KR6U2yvDlWPICDuxY0PRqJs91IUMs6P_V6j5934GSJZkgtovsB5Vn_JCWICxK4Mj5kmRd46NedO-rXJDM/s320/DSC_0020.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><br /><br /><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Também ali tomámos
imediatamente contacto com a 1ª estória da tradição norueguesa, para além das
muitas lendas da mitologia escandinava, umas à roda de <i>Trolls</i>, outras inspiradas
em guerreiros <i>Vikings</i>.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style="background: white; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 6.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-color-alt: windowtext;">A de
Lillehammer remonta aos séculos XII- XIII, e relaciona-se com a luta pelo
pretendente à coroa norueguesa entre duas fações inimigas, uma delas, os Birkebein,
defensores do herdeiro. Foi este bando que salvou o futuro rei , Haakon IV, fugindo
com ele ao longo de um percurso perigoso de florestas<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>e montanhas, <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>de 52 km, no meio de uma tempestade de neve. </span><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="background: white; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 6.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-color-alt: windowtext;"><br /></span></p><p style="background: white; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 6.0pt; text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt1DiLvmDfRWXWsUZDClQSFsr0V95jPwT05jKTf9hiES-MjfgODrlEUAg5TqfTA6Ucej8Zmzl5gJNHtraVPdOglmL-Exp1hY3oJrqL02fy8V45zBw3hpzB9BqGpjfO44yE172Atkj_DBbuefN6s67tINR1N7wtJUkfPiFxxZ-oTB1AvHBJpFxqXZHP/s6000/DSC_0012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt1DiLvmDfRWXWsUZDClQSFsr0V95jPwT05jKTf9hiES-MjfgODrlEUAg5TqfTA6Ucej8Zmzl5gJNHtraVPdOglmL-Exp1hY3oJrqL02fy8V45zBw3hpzB9BqGpjfO44yE172Atkj_DBbuefN6s67tINR1N7wtJUkfPiFxxZ-oTB1AvHBJpFxqXZHP/s320/DSC_0012.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-color-alt: windowtext;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p style="background: white; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 6.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-color-alt: windowtext;">A tradição
é ainda honrada com várias corridas, a “Birkebainer Run”, uma delas com uma
mochila ao colo de 3,5 quilos, ao longo dos famosos 52 km. </span><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="background: white; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 6.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-color-alt: windowtext;"><br /></span></p><p style="background: white; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 6.0pt; text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl8M0irOuBjMk1TdwDLm88tnfsPhgzJTI7f3V-1YmoFQEBDsNdodXm8R9KcwLKyDAx27pYUu2Bg02wdwUWt_TgJK0Tkb4hmJMswDpg6O-J1MGK2vYaru8YJ-cRENKcJx9aI3-IyNrg6NrXU3d8pO5DiicjblmGj3ttPRws82U6MC7SOX8Tcbw4RVcC/s6000/DSC_0038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl8M0irOuBjMk1TdwDLm88tnfsPhgzJTI7f3V-1YmoFQEBDsNdodXm8R9KcwLKyDAx27pYUu2Bg02wdwUWt_TgJK0Tkb4hmJMswDpg6O-J1MGK2vYaru8YJ-cRENKcJx9aI3-IyNrg6NrXU3d8pO5DiicjblmGj3ttPRws82U6MC7SOX8Tcbw4RVcC/s320/DSC_0038.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-color-alt: windowtext;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p style="background: white; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 6.0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-color-alt: windowtext;">Outras
estórias e mitos nos foram acompanhando, os dias vindouros abordariam sempre o
famoso Peer Gynt…e os famosos <i>Trolls</i>.</span><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 14.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p style="background: white; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 6.0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><br /><p></p>Paula Vidigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02144509052850439515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471183350643553440.post-35135617203814913552022-01-15T16:56:00.007+00:002022-01-15T17:02:16.294+00:00Locronan – um filme a preto e branco<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiPDlrHq4t5xhkXqJzNTHDY_l1PKmeXH_pRHEE2F-8RXq3czOIqkE4PZgaSAPKpAPQyQ_1oki2WNoQTO3JZjq-15bQu3dLoYW3Hhy6VzgVSSRBrgayyaNdxX9umuf7_Jsri9_e2zQVnv0RqdqFdzFoeKt0tawo9-jcbTtM_7211qlkyyodwMII8buA3=s6000" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiPDlrHq4t5xhkXqJzNTHDY_l1PKmeXH_pRHEE2F-8RXq3czOIqkE4PZgaSAPKpAPQyQ_1oki2WNoQTO3JZjq-15bQu3dLoYW3Hhy6VzgVSSRBrgayyaNdxX9umuf7_Jsri9_e2zQVnv0RqdqFdzFoeKt0tawo9-jcbTtM_7211qlkyyodwMII8buA3=s320" width="320" /></a></div><p></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A chuva continua. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A 45 minutos de Concarneau, o
cenário cinematográfico de <b>Locronan</b>. Ainda por cima era dia de mercado
noturno e a nossa curiosidade de estreantes na Bretanha dos mercados não nos
deixou indiferentes.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Com a chuva e o pretexto de um
passatempo noturno, pensámos em abancar na nova “quinta”, mais concretamente numa
ASA ”Campingcar”, nas quais ainda não tínhamos conseguido “morar” por falta de
cartão. Após várias tentativas e contactos através do bocal da máquina e com a
“little help” de uma companheiro aparentemente francês que afinal era
português, lá conseguimos o dito cartão que nos fez falta em Nantes e que mais
à frente nos ajudaria em … Nantes!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEimVeJKKSVRZ71ccPy1C3mPCyZFJTztzeBesPiZF7iIbowXCCov0fb6x2yGzPenbOisMImcXycJhpIZ44wTFUxZrIRi9ibh7lEOZNK6vUHN-N2DOIltTsp7ZLQgkLW4lcdYM4dJ82yIoqzo9YFZ329S_nXCcdtSPZD-uHcQSS9JNqB6EGL1QHXZncQA=s3968" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2976" data-original-width="3968" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEimVeJKKSVRZ71ccPy1C3mPCyZFJTztzeBesPiZF7iIbowXCCov0fb6x2yGzPenbOisMImcXycJhpIZ44wTFUxZrIRi9ibh7lEOZNK6vUHN-N2DOIltTsp7ZLQgkLW4lcdYM4dJ82yIoqzo9YFZ329S_nXCcdtSPZD-uHcQSS9JNqB6EGL1QHXZncQA=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Entre abertas e sestas,
percorremos o idílico cenário de filmes, um deles de Jean Jeunet, várias vezes
ao dia até à hora do mercado noturno. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A sua beleza arquitetónica faz
deste pequeno lugarejo um ponto nevrálgico excecional. Antes burgo próspero
devido às suas telas; agora pelas suas ruas, lojas de artesanato e mercado
semanal noturno, poeticamente publicitado como “marche aux étoiles”.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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XVIII é um restaurante ou uma loja de artesanato, e a sua praça central é a
grande atração. Ao centro o poço, a igreja Saint-Ronan (verdadeira pérola do
gótico) e em círculo as paredes nobres de 14 casas de granito que fazem as
delícias das lentes fotográficas.<o:p></o:p></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Afinal o mercado não teve estrelas
nem esteve sob as estrelas, o burgo era a estrela maior. A chuva continuava, não
esquecer que se trata da Bretanha…</span><o:p></o:p></p><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEivhBtmvCTEsdKDRYpKdrHtKdFY9wWCcaDzcWTnNKnRYSnig5RBLZxJNYEq6kDt4MJh3BlvcG-dwKji11iA46QMlQhwnDudZKbxUyJN3PTOdf80d9UZxRlt40vmNCAuja-j0AlW7Mwx_PpduU42PcdW6MUREkVDS9YL4-WNwW6NV9Q1CVPjg7IH7TpS=s6000" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEivhBtmvCTEsdKDRYpKdrHtKdFY9wWCcaDzcWTnNKnRYSnig5RBLZxJNYEq6kDt4MJh3BlvcG-dwKji11iA46QMlQhwnDudZKbxUyJN3PTOdf80d9UZxRlt40vmNCAuja-j0AlW7Mwx_PpduU42PcdW6MUREkVDS9YL4-WNwW6NV9Q1CVPjg7IH7TpS=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhKKgfZOBqckdi4MdKRnNIQLT32X_4gnvS1DvRmjmTzRx_8oXRYpdmryv-E65qRe0fYj3INzLpPFJD_Zeqnvyral9NHmMQ5usb3cMYmZwhjmpKI6Y5vNm420y11POk3HcFKttqWYaa3xoO1ayFLajSHrzZTy-Cx8uZjD-mWJcrnTyq_htZF8wQMWxx5=s6000" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhKKgfZOBqckdi4MdKRnNIQLT32X_4gnvS1DvRmjmTzRx_8oXRYpdmryv-E65qRe0fYj3INzLpPFJD_Zeqnvyral9NHmMQ5usb3cMYmZwhjmpKI6Y5vNm420y11POk3HcFKttqWYaa3xoO1ayFLajSHrzZTy-Cx8uZjD-mWJcrnTyq_htZF8wQMWxx5=s320" width="213" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiz5Es8CRfQJg_BJ113y1V7dsB9IOvOcSMCvyCs4rj2QCZrN81T0GKw-eJWIS1WqURCvmWt-rFmcp0qm0PLYclkLiW9ckI8L8pIEITXjjB0c_5Vc110c8oHNKivH0BEdq3aRWm8lulezKFeKmQkoRw6XmhHujUUyQVwgtO7ZfFLJJI5LIyxqehDwAHF=s6000" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiz5Es8CRfQJg_BJ113y1V7dsB9IOvOcSMCvyCs4rj2QCZrN81T0GKw-eJWIS1WqURCvmWt-rFmcp0qm0PLYclkLiW9ckI8L8pIEITXjjB0c_5Vc110c8oHNKivH0BEdq3aRWm8lulezKFeKmQkoRw6XmhHujUUyQVwgtO7ZfFLJJI5LIyxqehDwAHF=s320" width="213" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh5xjDd3CTnSpKu3igDbVwXorNkacE5oLlAoj2dbZOnKruZtji09f0Vl4mnxH7K0wPW_7QFaToNdOdm5dSJ0CxtjCMHC0L-z--dSwEpnuHp4P92QUV5UU2cU0xuZXAC7UcPPV-QXDLCc4wPYW9NquQ5oSIaZ4eUB-rwiLCMZ2nN8VpXhJfWZqt_Lb_2=s6000" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh5xjDd3CTnSpKu3igDbVwXorNkacE5oLlAoj2dbZOnKruZtji09f0Vl4mnxH7K0wPW_7QFaToNdOdm5dSJ0CxtjCMHC0L-z--dSwEpnuHp4P92QUV5UU2cU0xuZXAC7UcPPV-QXDLCc4wPYW9NquQ5oSIaZ4eUB-rwiLCMZ2nN8VpXhJfWZqt_Lb_2=s320" width="213" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhw899Z-k6M6d_5_TTGFQBriuDAO1TEBihCb5YotOgOBHLDR3_Da_2BZlJiPBrn2WHxvjyC7zmdwOhF_ORRHRDpx6eEH7a1IjPM9HsesoSfhXgANk7WG2JDU4VmqmZsJafBKcP5eGl681INl1LqH9WkhC_XSFnQreAPLkXfcTY0g_Kr6nq3C5A3uhkT=s6000" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhw899Z-k6M6d_5_TTGFQBriuDAO1TEBihCb5YotOgOBHLDR3_Da_2BZlJiPBrn2WHxvjyC7zmdwOhF_ORRHRDpx6eEH7a1IjPM9HsesoSfhXgANk7WG2JDU4VmqmZsJafBKcP5eGl681INl1LqH9WkhC_XSFnQreAPLkXfcTY0g_Kr6nq3C5A3uhkT=s320" width="213" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhu07mwuZqsGVi5OLEgWhzrmgb_wJ7uENE2BH-4wlb7O5ah2VDWuijVxdaLaDlHbOPhBlo4HRHW0TOWTgi_NktMw1aZDQnrlpU8QrGtoC87jU9SG1I4RuO7F9JMMmUvfkpMKX9p04cTlycXbXsrASymKYgX7IDaJlAbPzuhzln_c7iWz64hEyxdXJ76=s6000" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhu07mwuZqsGVi5OLEgWhzrmgb_wJ7uENE2BH-4wlb7O5ah2VDWuijVxdaLaDlHbOPhBlo4HRHW0TOWTgi_NktMw1aZDQnrlpU8QrGtoC87jU9SG1I4RuO7F9JMMmUvfkpMKX9p04cTlycXbXsrASymKYgX7IDaJlAbPzuhzln_c7iWz64hEyxdXJ76=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br />Paula Vidigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02144509052850439515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471183350643553440.post-19799575450513931922021-12-29T16:12:00.000+00:002021-12-29T16:12:12.762+00:00Telas, pintores e sabores<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Pont-Aven: </b>Novo cenário,
como se fosse outro país, longe e perto das pedras megalíticas, mas já na província
de Finistère. Na Bretanha, apesar de
tantos outros fins de terra.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Não foi a nossa primeira vez, e
temia que, por lá já ter estado, os olhos não conseguissem deslumbrar-se com
novos encantos, mas foi o contrário. Mesmo sabendo que os olhos iriam recordar
Paul Gauguin, foi como se fosse a primeira vez. </span><o:p></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiDW8E8jz9LVqblC8zj95YcDPSvVnqtgq6fN19VWfgIOwnhpUaOkge_p7SU7fSXlMnhCrp1z_slC2_89vkLghFK28vr1libHJE7-YyanuRZId95MSBjG0AQvcO7l5Cc2R9yBZ0KwXbEWSuVSS26JFfF3iAQp_1yEL0Zwr--UnDLt_n4QhfRH0rVUFAS=s5891" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3743" data-original-width="5891" height="203" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiDW8E8jz9LVqblC8zj95YcDPSvVnqtgq6fN19VWfgIOwnhpUaOkge_p7SU7fSXlMnhCrp1z_slC2_89vkLghFK28vr1libHJE7-YyanuRZId95MSBjG0AQvcO7l5Cc2R9yBZ0KwXbEWSuVSS26JFfF3iAQp_1yEL0Zwr--UnDLt_n4QhfRH0rVUFAS=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Um percurso de pintura, na
peugada dos amantes das tintas e pincéis. “Chez Justine” , o hotel que recebeu
Gauguin durante as suas estadias, agora o atual Museu de Pont-Aven. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Mas os olhos queriam ar livre,
por isso a estadia não abarcou o museu fechado, passou logo ao museu ao ar
livre, situado em pleno coração do Bosque “d´Amour” (muito mais sugestivo…) .
Foi aí que tanto Gauguin como os seus amigos pintores tantas vezes se inspiraram,
e ainda hoje outros lá estão à procura da musa da pintura. Uns captando o real,
outros falsificando o irreal…</span><o:p></o:p></p></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh4Xxj34rcC7JMel6tUOWAaOdw4iB9xGdIuhM_WHNCoMi32huSiCWCaXAHtSCvmRE7crLhtbWfmELBROsMi90KVXf7kiTcCFA6fZi1ad_clPW16afZy4iX04E4Wva3mJoh9yDtYcbKy1_KrfayaN5b6zMQFx0OLtMCaP6etpOxF4YNKoBEJZill05sZ=s6000" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh4Xxj34rcC7JMel6tUOWAaOdw4iB9xGdIuhM_WHNCoMi32huSiCWCaXAHtSCvmRE7crLhtbWfmELBROsMi90KVXf7kiTcCFA6fZi1ad_clPW16afZy4iX04E4Wva3mJoh9yDtYcbKy1_KrfayaN5b6zMQFx0OLtMCaP6etpOxF4YNKoBEJZill05sZ=s320" width="320" /></a></div></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjueWxh2GatHN43j6vVS_oBfpF1ACKexOTHG05Q1uFMKcOuI9H-Qps_MaD09Y2XDOCsiWUxIGMd4ZJ9QiTEuJZaRZwHQBBwggpAWXSMT09K84QY-FSfg8CoVijK_jvdiT-jQ-0PjILeKI7LVjdXDvnOfEhTxbj8RCkx6e5DvzMvoURq5LdjQkuKEobB=s6000" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjueWxh2GatHN43j6vVS_oBfpF1ACKexOTHG05Q1uFMKcOuI9H-Qps_MaD09Y2XDOCsiWUxIGMd4ZJ9QiTEuJZaRZwHQBBwggpAWXSMT09K84QY-FSfg8CoVijK_jvdiT-jQ-0PjILeKI7LVjdXDvnOfEhTxbj8RCkx6e5DvzMvoURq5LdjQkuKEobB=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: justify;">O trilho oferece ainda um conjunto bucólico de moinhos ao longo do rio Aven.</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhxpu7033N0l94c-qS_SdlmsJhoQVohhk8ySce-gNP-KWKJ8A2MHNbKt-g_u8eoqxKSL0aYm0skzgyfFKtaNF_yPjIAenoMQB-3sndki-fMU4q_6VOkOAdIrgdudNCjx5DOsojY7KN7ctrA0gLs0q7sYM1pKx8BhKZt7zytIxmX7n-kzVNTja0yIpxK=s6000" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh9J3vV4NVqb0iaokXW-kwzqNkKlPN0Hv5nCNttMtEDJXfrtHKCOpf3zFuJuvjKrQ18KlO6LDNqZW2dUN9dsFmS8_Omp1G1OtDpw21S4p0AUMXzQl3U0UYDHeVhdQVUUBsr0V55UdBBa8JlD4kW2dVV_TJCRMYu5jeQWuFRvILXX5qsqN68lV2zJU5r=s6000" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh9J3vV4NVqb0iaokXW-kwzqNkKlPN0Hv5nCNttMtEDJXfrtHKCOpf3zFuJuvjKrQ18KlO6LDNqZW2dUN9dsFmS8_Omp1G1OtDpw21S4p0AUMXzQl3U0UYDHeVhdQVUUBsr0V55UdBBa8JlD4kW2dVV_TJCRMYu5jeQWuFRvILXX5qsqN68lV2zJU5r=s320" width="320" /></a></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Pernoita: podia ter sido em Pont-Aven,
a vila reserva lugares próprios para AC, mas avançámos até <b>Concarneau</b>, uma outra
localidade emblemática, sobretudo pela sua cidade velha, amuralhada pelos
braços defensivos de um forte Vauban, maravilhosamente preservado.</span></p><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiKwWLnesIlV3mPiFKXjMKPe-QwPLdE4Veyxv401Xa-IbgVFJVUjL6GHmxD6D9ssTV8TkAnk2DzR2f8W8uYy7TigEy_LtXf_m8KBjYllsL2XaiY2fIFmJyeQYg9n9Bd4m8YoFTEMEnM92C7gQM6h-C425lfILnZ5wyX_Tj4mOZzRvpt9V9zXIowaPy6=s6000" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiKwWLnesIlV3mPiFKXjMKPe-QwPLdE4Veyxv401Xa-IbgVFJVUjL6GHmxD6D9ssTV8TkAnk2DzR2f8W8uYy7TigEy_LtXf_m8KBjYllsL2XaiY2fIFmJyeQYg9n9Bd4m8YoFTEMEnM92C7gQM6h-C425lfILnZ5wyX_Tj4mOZzRvpt9V9zXIowaPy6=s320" width="213" /></a></div>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Lá dentro, e em pleno ano Covid,
foi o primeiro dia que questionámos sobre a nossa segurança e nos protegemos devidamente
com máscara, uma vez que incautos turistas enchiam as estreitas ruelas. A ideia
era estrearmo-nos nas “moules”, <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>mas era
cedo. Só serviam depois das 19 horas, nem as famosas <i>gallettes</i> bretãs
nos deixaram provar. A chuva resolveu mandar-nos embora e optámos pela ASA ao
lado da Gare, sofrível de aspeto, mas tranquila. À demain!</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p>Paula Vidigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02144509052850439515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471183350643553440.post-32598455780687792122021-12-27T16:40:00.000+00:002021-12-27T16:40:38.680+00:00“P” de pedras e de paixão<p> </p><br />
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Província de Morbihan, à entrada
do golfo com o mesmo nome. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Ainda antes de Carnac, “capital” de
tudo o que tem a<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ver com o <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>neolítico, uma outra curiosidade do mesmo período: <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Locamariaquer e o seu “sítio dos megalíticos”.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> A pouco quilómetros da aldeia e do mar, este pequeno museu ao ar livre é <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>constituído por 3 conjuntos de respeito: <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“la table des Marchans” - um dólmen de 25 a 30
metros de diâmetro, datado de 3900 AC; o “Le Grand Menir brisé” <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>- <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>um menir
gigante com 20 metros de altura (4500 AC), o maior da Bretanha, hoje partido em
quatro pedaços e que fazia parte de uma alinhamento de 19 menires; e ainda um
túmulo, o “Er Grah” - <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>com 140 metros de
profundidade e inscrições que os dedos podem dedilhar e sentir o calafrio dos
séculos de silêncio que quer falar. <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg4-8QO67Hj9KsoKBt5FJNP518Ko33rfyntDn1uEy754657VhxtrkL-WvajBL5dU6r5dcisdZPlM3toWPlobgUZuBBaPemdy4FS0qt_vgdZgyNpKThDpjITomdK9iSS06V-6sy5AF3z6kj2Ib7sxSlQhDIBVZyos3KU-ncBuTPS-GlHs2D9EEeBhri7=s6000" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg4-8QO67Hj9KsoKBt5FJNP518Ko33rfyntDn1uEy754657VhxtrkL-WvajBL5dU6r5dcisdZPlM3toWPlobgUZuBBaPemdy4FS0qt_vgdZgyNpKThDpjITomdK9iSS06V-6sy5AF3z6kj2Ib7sxSlQhDIBVZyos3KU-ncBuTPS-GlHs2D9EEeBhri7=s320" width="320" /></a></div><p> La table des Marchands </p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"> </div></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjUabVXq4lL5AknFjTDLbJzekZ9A_DzzTlGo9Xf2c07fBS62OHAKSRwVhc08erqaj1AbNwravei1z2RCAMWJgUmjY5rkbtuC9EKgLUyyvHZTkcx8lH4dOOuOESnM0Clgfme_6FggDlWsi1YQ1WZyiZqRUsc-WyXgeUQ5HI8M6gvu7-jO6albtq1UkIY=s6000" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjUabVXq4lL5AknFjTDLbJzekZ9A_DzzTlGo9Xf2c07fBS62OHAKSRwVhc08erqaj1AbNwravei1z2RCAMWJgUmjY5rkbtuC9EKgLUyyvHZTkcx8lH4dOOuOESnM0Clgfme_6FggDlWsi1YQ1WZyiZqRUsc-WyXgeUQ5HI8M6gvu7-jO6albtq1UkIY=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div> túmulo <span style="text-align: justify;">“Er Grah”</span></div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjvG8X7bpXBTQlNn0B7IvtCy6-EkgKyVu3vOt9XbXdswCnyWAiBTj-uHYHmGiEdmfiUQx_hvheTq_ef4NNO3-v5ARpE7yRzp4NBYP0WiFHUSAQ4lkanpFgRmLHwrLLTz01h17fDREGj7QQK5S4r5FoDVTA5p-k1Xmh1XCFiC94BBATMoqPPJ-l6vIWp=s6000" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjvG8X7bpXBTQlNn0B7IvtCy6-EkgKyVu3vOt9XbXdswCnyWAiBTj-uHYHmGiEdmfiUQx_hvheTq_ef4NNO3-v5ARpE7yRzp4NBYP0WiFHUSAQ4lkanpFgRmLHwrLLTz01h17fDREGj7QQK5S4r5FoDVTA5p-k1Xmh1XCFiC94BBATMoqPPJ-l6vIWp=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiei_I3G74sz_sBXI0RnkkqiRuEZ60H17qx5h6nkwWUCiCIiyhetP-S-urnqfccU0sPYRdZzWewc6tleKxbLVWDn0mHKecnTLLCU3q36mTkOG9WBVdWJZDManrvDbqHyGw_IqtLoBEoTRr5eIr6HZjUeNSziRamF5xS4yQw1De3wi0UDB3PlgSHbmvJ=s6000" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiei_I3G74sz_sBXI0RnkkqiRuEZ60H17qx5h6nkwWUCiCIiyhetP-S-urnqfccU0sPYRdZzWewc6tleKxbLVWDn0mHKecnTLLCU3q36mTkOG9WBVdWJZDManrvDbqHyGw_IqtLoBEoTRr5eIr6HZjUeNSziRamF5xS4yQw1De3wi0UDB3PlgSHbmvJ=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> o Grande menir</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">A partir daqui só mesmo a paixão
hiperbólica de quem ama pedras , como o Obélix… </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgyy_8WFSHTdyzyJIHgBRvvuEkl-pCQZvsO68qkKG8enR21PMf3SuGSc3vIPAvfHKURECuquKxqIvfb5dMS24yvx6tG_YKCsf53RSpF5pEjzsGR1oIrzxk20XwOlzPe4KLCazfcPQFjvjzoDZyF-00ZBAUSXNFvX3apVMpzaYW-TeMz-vudrqbsmWNx=s3968" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2976" data-original-width="3968" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgyy_8WFSHTdyzyJIHgBRvvuEkl-pCQZvsO68qkKG8enR21PMf3SuGSc3vIPAvfHKURECuquKxqIvfb5dMS24yvx6tG_YKCsf53RSpF5pEjzsGR1oIrzxk20XwOlzPe4KLCazfcPQFjvjzoDZyF-00ZBAUSXNFvX3apVMpzaYW-TeMz-vudrqbsmWNx=s320" width="320" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Falo de Carnac: filas e filas
de pedras alinhadas ,um cenário que, custa a crer, está ali desde o neolítico e
que se estende ao longo de 4 kms, com 4000 menires, alguns deles dispostos em
filas paralelas, como se estivessem aguardando pacientemente pelo por do sol ou
por um qualquer autocarro que os levasse até à praia.<o:p></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgA5LtkUQnIZ2mLEdPeMPeaIewHXrpQd8jNgSjP1BeMtDHwHzOOcfNvMoszXkJ6DDq6UMZWZxmOTYY67BdziSA7Q8SmqEvIYk_BpoP5M2mtfybNmnqFJAviBRRXwgnG67ygO9TZKDGlOjRJY6L5el4WH7CiVuTq1m0FYjLyG7dMyPoGuTTXoQwLN_gl=s6000" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgA5LtkUQnIZ2mLEdPeMPeaIewHXrpQd8jNgSjP1BeMtDHwHzOOcfNvMoszXkJ6DDq6UMZWZxmOTYY67BdziSA7Q8SmqEvIYk_BpoP5M2mtfybNmnqFJAviBRRXwgnG67ygO9TZKDGlOjRJY6L5el4WH7CiVuTq1m0FYjLyG7dMyPoGuTTXoQwLN_gl=s320" width="213" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjwuRMSCbg8ut44yz1gQRYA0OI6ASf4QEQdZwgZJIL-phPQGaElGuqhX5xL_vzygOhaUlKFbWAksnG8Et8R_q7YmIWDqzenMdwFSOIzzoBYp7f5Wqwtenji_fzi-tvrucJgayjqK8pDh6FD3Xy_iclrPpf_huigvJLwx5aeVNuYiMQWnFMjhw-trnAv=s6000" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjwuRMSCbg8ut44yz1gQRYA0OI6ASf4QEQdZwgZJIL-phPQGaElGuqhX5xL_vzygOhaUlKFbWAksnG8Et8R_q7YmIWDqzenMdwFSOIzzoBYp7f5Wqwtenji_fzi-tvrucJgayjqK8pDh6FD3Xy_iclrPpf_huigvJLwx5aeVNuYiMQWnFMjhw-trnAv=s320" width="320" /></a><br /></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Estão organizados em três grupos de “alinhamentos”;
nós, igualmente três, homem, mulher e cadela, percorremos o do Ménec,
calmamente. Ao longo de caminhos previamente delineados ao longo das pedras,
sem incomodar e sem sermos incomodados. Apesar de <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>a polícia não nos quer estacionados ao longo
da estrada, tivemos de sair e voltar a entrar para estacionar a casinha num parque
de estacionamento permitido, nada de mais. Uma outra forma, bem mais agradável,
é percorrer todos os conjuntos de bicicleta.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Pernoita: na costa Selvagem, um
sítio inóspito a banhos mas paradisíaco de paisagens e falésias a pique. numa ASA
frente ao mar. Como dizem os franceses “Magnifique!”.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /><o:p></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjCGPXyKjroCzFCHk9eXsJpMt5WU7dju0TTXPEfnXWd48KmQ9s9NtFyqKEuNZTbV_KhSVBV7e8yteKhfQwERjy_HcFrJ0k7Pgz5KmywEUTzqD3yZu1N_qf617BMNcK7GfcSSnYq61LgUZ8ONxJXTuCn2FLEA4UsaWhvcnYgN1Yw7yhNkeNNa3mptbB1=s6000" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjCGPXyKjroCzFCHk9eXsJpMt5WU7dju0TTXPEfnXWd48KmQ9s9NtFyqKEuNZTbV_KhSVBV7e8yteKhfQwERjy_HcFrJ0k7Pgz5KmywEUTzqD3yZu1N_qf617BMNcK7GfcSSnYq61LgUZ8ONxJXTuCn2FLEA4UsaWhvcnYgN1Yw7yhNkeNNa3mptbB1=s320" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Costa Selvagem </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgRdIG5rw7xoILYTQgdBaU9FLRzNlRcw7iG4UEzF-SiTFEuxppoabBS9wPJ5PQMI8jjoZ6QAHqEMCvLXKev2hdchUi33_SZ0UUQXWh4JbLAKjlD2CvVaxRqCrjnNcDRsiE3xdQIlUy51ECvCBEq3wBoU-KZilWyeUhfdAGFhgOTub8gB8HxEnlVvHgJ=s3968" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3968" data-original-width="2976" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgRdIG5rw7xoILYTQgdBaU9FLRzNlRcw7iG4UEzF-SiTFEuxppoabBS9wPJ5PQMI8jjoZ6QAHqEMCvLXKev2hdchUi33_SZ0UUQXWh4JbLAKjlD2CvVaxRqCrjnNcDRsiE3xdQIlUy51ECvCBEq3wBoU-KZilWyeUhfdAGFhgOTub8gB8HxEnlVvHgJ=s320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p>Paula Vidigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02144509052850439515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471183350643553440.post-51692684343997179912021-11-15T18:22:00.001+00:002021-11-16T18:45:10.022+00:00Atração à primeira vista <p> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Auray – pequena vila de vistas deslumbrantes, quando na
realidade é ela que , vista da ponte da autoestrada, constitui uma deslumbrante
vista.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Não resistimos à visão e fizemos o desvio.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Ali estava ela no fundo de uma alegre ria, cheia de
embarcações coloridas.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvQZlcsUHIKHaLqZ182ayBwJ1nWt_1qcUsujKl4PWdvq4AoaQ3laiZM5F963CXUSNK56UI-Z_TEqiaibpQNnPNxD3_LT4bq5E1IJ5fflGufbpi9aN0id4mXatiDVDEYm6oNMEU00HRO9g/s6000/DSC_0865.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvQZlcsUHIKHaLqZ182ayBwJ1nWt_1qcUsujKl4PWdvq4AoaQ3laiZM5F963CXUSNK56UI-Z_TEqiaibpQNnPNxD3_LT4bq5E1IJ5fflGufbpi9aN0id4mXatiDVDEYm6oNMEU00HRO9g/s320/DSC_0865.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Auray tem duas vilas: a alta e a baixa. A primeira , mais
moderna, distingue-se pela sua catedral de Notre Dame e Les Halles , mercado
com bom peixe, nomeadamente <b>as ostras</b>!<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">A segunda, chega-se lá descendo a bonita rua do Castelo. Atracamos
no porto onde o americano Benjamin Franklin desembarcou e encontramo-nos no
chamado Quartier de Saint-Goustan, apreciando as antigas “colombages” do séc. XV,
a simpática praça Saint-Sauveur e aproveitando o espírito da História com a receção
de uma pequena feira de artesanato, na qual os intervenientes se vestiam a
rigor. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEVxtL8Gi4NnZFNqv6feYB6wc5FBAOYHABMUrN_4_ufjlkoYxwcFO4uQdTJJXmsxVPtP6gr7EkObhJzWDrB3kvdFiKbBc4dxK_Y_DF78DUNHtyu9BE1qlhGu8Xh584vu1KhK_Yf7C83Wc/s6000/DSC_0862.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEVxtL8Gi4NnZFNqv6feYB6wc5FBAOYHABMUrN_4_ufjlkoYxwcFO4uQdTJJXmsxVPtP6gr7EkObhJzWDrB3kvdFiKbBc4dxK_Y_DF78DUNHtyu9BE1qlhGu8Xh584vu1KhK_Yf7C83Wc/s320/DSC_0862.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLhVRN65_UYy8n_vC6niydx3QCx4H8r7bI2nuaWIHtVjTQQHMRQ7l3ztOFsc3-QR3ZWRz4O7W903WhTxCNwiCD-3_AhBWaxGXfEDWqWCtDHYpwDErTww3gs3cViEeSWR8Au3MFGgg-xXU/s6000/DSC_0863.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLhVRN65_UYy8n_vC6niydx3QCx4H8r7bI2nuaWIHtVjTQQHMRQ7l3ztOFsc3-QR3ZWRz4O7W903WhTxCNwiCD-3_AhBWaxGXfEDWqWCtDHYpwDErTww3gs3cViEeSWR8Au3MFGgg-xXU/s320/DSC_0863.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR6g_MOYMx28Y9tv9xAZ6BK5uNKCzNd5DTA7NwXEk3VClUq8pGJaWXhU8np5TAHINuY6RNtN6XacAWO0I94dwypFfM3l63Wj8pAWkCbdh4iWRTjdroRWYnmn5Tk566F6DHiPs2ZzFR2qA/s6000/DSC_0869.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR6g_MOYMx28Y9tv9xAZ6BK5uNKCzNd5DTA7NwXEk3VClUq8pGJaWXhU8np5TAHINuY6RNtN6XacAWO0I94dwypFfM3l63Wj8pAWkCbdh4iWRTjdroRWYnmn5Tk566F6DHiPs2ZzFR2qA/s320/DSC_0869.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB5YOFtgO5rrkKDGidfePJvsDx-tY1E_edN7S1A-umfEfOQyLDo_7i08hLAmaN5y9GPuqoASHZnWXuA36SEF8VCzVgQhdg5ngEqQxP4-0KcDBhKiiTclCmi0qAwfNjd3I50YATYOs1Bus/s6000/DSC_0867.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB5YOFtgO5rrkKDGidfePJvsDx-tY1E_edN7S1A-umfEfOQyLDo_7i08hLAmaN5y9GPuqoASHZnWXuA36SEF8VCzVgQhdg5ngEqQxP4-0KcDBhKiiTclCmi0qAwfNjd3I50YATYOs1Bus/s320/DSC_0867.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzcy07F5JiLQLUeU0JFpRpV0cPPMXklVLkOfTzXm9Mpf8oWm2N2Q7QrcOwtiPXzccV1KlOEkul0EL230Fse004WOMA52XorMEh5RXLuFQZvQfp1cCCIrtdRKtFQTJdkLcHUQgtsie9OeY/s6000/DSC_0868.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzcy07F5JiLQLUeU0JFpRpV0cPPMXklVLkOfTzXm9Mpf8oWm2N2Q7QrcOwtiPXzccV1KlOEkul0EL230Fse004WOMA52XorMEh5RXLuFQZvQfp1cCCIrtdRKtFQTJdkLcHUQgtsie9OeY/s320/DSC_0868.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">O pirata gostou de pousar para a foto e nós do simpático
desvio entre Vannes e Carnac.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Já agora…<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Às vezes a segunda visita não é como a primeira, parece que o
encanto da primeira suplanta a segunda. Aconteceu-nos a sensação em Vannes. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Mas o coração da vila e a foto mais repetida da história dos postais
ilustrados teve de ser:<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh94nW5vUJ8ZiyF_qvf7wrYdUknKc_QnFi-tmNjBOWN95wzp79EthVJ6yzIfUp9XNAKwRmks5OBEQqSmZy9s6OlNaWHit2b0B8ETJJjaSYW7Mj1gkKX2ChjSxdBZcey8F8zpOMKzMEmxY/s6000/DSC_0852.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh94nW5vUJ8ZiyF_qvf7wrYdUknKc_QnFi-tmNjBOWN95wzp79EthVJ6yzIfUp9XNAKwRmks5OBEQqSmZy9s6OlNaWHit2b0B8ETJJjaSYW7Mj1gkKX2ChjSxdBZcey8F8zpOMKzMEmxY/s320/DSC_0852.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2SwkywmjNTaarjle4lo2T-Tj3dphZqtoNUjW1nS8i1Ut653q-WMhwkFrqIGgoOjY3dt0LsnwhFkmIqQ2Uh9irH3rj8jgfE6P2ypXidcIwV3DNC2DsDg3nJR8BKwG1oCL3EdSiM9sd4qE/s6000/DSC_0850.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2SwkywmjNTaarjle4lo2T-Tj3dphZqtoNUjW1nS8i1Ut653q-WMhwkFrqIGgoOjY3dt0LsnwhFkmIqQ2Uh9irH3rj8jgfE6P2ypXidcIwV3DNC2DsDg3nJR8BKwG1oCL3EdSiM9sd4qE/s320/DSC_0850.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">, assim como um ponto no mapa da cidade que já não recordávamos:
“les Remparts” – arquitetura defensiva com as suas duas torres e o seu jardim –
um bom local para refrescar o corpo e a mente.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO9pYpRUT7MG77ptd0RP9FddAcpR_CN4BsRANQcoh4nmVAtGqqu6LExX0kVdUu_8BYV1lh-Ch1LiSapXe5dbWjkYBn1M9MlC3HhF29fBymKZD00xqjAGtomkknMnW9XJn871uW6Y2wdvY/s6000/DSC_0856.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO9pYpRUT7MG77ptd0RP9FddAcpR_CN4BsRANQcoh4nmVAtGqqu6LExX0kVdUu_8BYV1lh-Ch1LiSapXe5dbWjkYBn1M9MlC3HhF29fBymKZD00xqjAGtomkknMnW9XJn871uW6Y2wdvY/s320/DSC_0856.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Para pernoitar, optámos pela ASA de Séné, com luz e espaços
amplos , ao lado de um camping. O passeio de biclas até à cidade é revigorante
e belo será se optarem por fazer alguns kms até ao final do Golfo de Morbihan,
justamente até à ilha de Conleau.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p>Paula Vidigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02144509052850439515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471183350643553440.post-25843937243520607792021-10-14T15:41:00.000+01:002021-10-14T15:41:03.453+01:00Bretanha: Josselin, filha ou filho de Goscelinus <p> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Começou assim: em 1008, o
erigir de um castelo no promontório rochoso. Goscelinus deu-lhe o seu nome,
assim como ao burgo circundante. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3yV18YdNDg53FuVLtLt-K0ypGylJchldlPrkbmN49s9x5TRqXAfgVfYTdbpcnMbRsXeriM3C51wg15NGugZCahuwqK4AHLB8SvgO34azB5ORAAadq6t_VE0lHJlWaBXC9f8jskXHKAaY/s6000/DSC_0832.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3yV18YdNDg53FuVLtLt-K0ypGylJchldlPrkbmN49s9x5TRqXAfgVfYTdbpcnMbRsXeriM3C51wg15NGugZCahuwqK4AHLB8SvgO34azB5ORAAadq6t_VE0lHJlWaBXC9f8jskXHKAaY/s320/DSC_0832.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Depois de destruições, reconstruções,
o castelo chegou às mãos da família Rohan. E após mais umas quantas guerras,
cair e erguer de pedras (o homem não resiste a esta dança e ainda tem a lata de
culpar a natureza), abandonos, ganhos e perdas, o castelo de Josselin voltou à
posse dos Rohan até aos dias de hoje. É por essa razão que apenas o rés-do-chão
é visitável, os restantes andares são aposentos da família.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 107%;">O seu ar gótico e o verde onde
poisa valem a visita, já o mesmo não se pode dizer do seu interior. Apenas com
direito a sala de jantar, biblioteca, quarto e salão, estes aposentos não
justificam o bilhete de 11, 50€. Está certo que ainda se pode pisar a relva,
admirar o jardim inglês, que de inglês apenas tem as cadeiras de lona, e, já
que está incluída, a fausta coleção de brinquedos, sobretudo bonecas, adquirida
pela ala feminina da família Rohan. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCIYnv03jUi5jtAyyzXN9NI3V36aQl97ZLnxJhwuJzNArsG_INn1AjzLM_5FBNNx7yqEXzluQqAsRY5MFWMBWfjhMY-uCok2v4rx1ioI28hYOVPZKPqREYxzx7jlDD0tYiVFvI6-xapto/s6000/DSC_0825.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCIYnv03jUi5jtAyyzXN9NI3V36aQl97ZLnxJhwuJzNArsG_INn1AjzLM_5FBNNx7yqEXzluQqAsRY5MFWMBWfjhMY-uCok2v4rx1ioI28hYOVPZKPqREYxzx7jlDD0tYiVFvI6-xapto/s320/DSC_0825.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipiEMu_KcXu-WEl07HgyzBZpx4Qp0Vr8l1uK2feug2nPhATx-IwIHsL6osx9YYP8F1LIaAUhArT9vXFotlT5jel3TW0tc_vjqDfDwSt3z4Me43ykPTkQ4gr8VVrS-MdZFscBmQ7m3kgB4/s6000/DSC_0826.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipiEMu_KcXu-WEl07HgyzBZpx4Qp0Vr8l1uK2feug2nPhATx-IwIHsL6osx9YYP8F1LIaAUhArT9vXFotlT5jel3TW0tc_vjqDfDwSt3z4Me43ykPTkQ4gr8VVrS-MdZFscBmQ7m3kgB4/s320/DSC_0826.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>
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redor da fortaleza e castelo foi nascendo. O seu casario estilo “colombage” ,
na parte alta da povoação<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18pt;">, continua intacto e colorido.</span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB3sEjvQWQL4s9MHWNhFW1-K4upMHil_q5yYh5aYUEOJnBBhhmHxlGIChU22ye2eoOVxZzHPEYj3eAO4_s2fnG8WlZLwm_ABQ7XwaVFZ1WvAmcuGUjFcQSw9SChSRJt6R98PcXudUOeK4/s6000/DSC_0823.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB3sEjvQWQL4s9MHWNhFW1-K4upMHil_q5yYh5aYUEOJnBBhhmHxlGIChU22ye2eoOVxZzHPEYj3eAO4_s2fnG8WlZLwm_ABQ7XwaVFZ1WvAmcuGUjFcQSw9SChSRJt6R98PcXudUOeK4/s320/DSC_0823.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi29NZyCvaom2zdm4ulaECq0jUQ845T3cnEYqRMqqliPAqQPyaUUxTCSv2qzWUuvtGF3MdwOAPVnsA1G-b8i8RjvQT-KTcydLVaGDFr5zgvsrLXDekHgUG96WCWftbfwALHRW0YBtdLcx8/s6000/DSC_0839.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi29NZyCvaom2zdm4ulaECq0jUQ845T3cnEYqRMqqliPAqQPyaUUxTCSv2qzWUuvtGF3MdwOAPVnsA1G-b8i8RjvQT-KTcydLVaGDFr5zgvsrLXDekHgUG96WCWftbfwALHRW0YBtdLcx8/s320/DSC_0839.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Muito agradável é também o
passeio ao longo do rio,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>no qual se reflete, vaidoso, o castelo com as suas três torres imponentes.
<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijg0HYaWjSvx5ozL8iH2Na_OmByhccFMUteSVK-RA2sRhZdOHUFjJPVps11FqsKcx9hdbeLrIK1bFb3-KquApsZU6pKZxp50mYiFd9z-4kyxgNa27QJinODGGolvs6VyASCQxJ6OUiIh0/s6000/DSC_0846.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijg0HYaWjSvx5ozL8iH2Na_OmByhccFMUteSVK-RA2sRhZdOHUFjJPVps11FqsKcx9hdbeLrIK1bFb3-KquApsZU6pKZxp50mYiFd9z-4kyxgNa27QJinODGGolvs6VyASCQxJ6OUiIh0/s320/DSC_0846.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 107%;">O município dá as boas vindas
a todos os autocaravanistas com dois espaços possíveis para AC, um no centro da
vila (parque misto e grátis, tranquilo); o outro um espaço exclusivo para AC, à
beira-rio, entre o castelo e um trilho simpático, através do qual se chega a um
cenário ameno para pescadores e amantes da natureza (até uma ilha privada com
uma vivenda bretã a evocar longos invernos de lareiras acesas)…, e ainda com vista para as inspiradoras casas-barco.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaIhFz7nksMVLbplGaOx4quVkdPhz0ck088lnvtoI2vDZReWUpYOrWU2rXT0dURy1Q5q7t8wlMout8CYduV3VeYr3DX7UD9TYhy4OqLilXt12fUjJl9uutDAergmZdcusD0u-NvtXZIrA/s2048/IMG_20210801_204159.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaIhFz7nksMVLbplGaOx4quVkdPhz0ck088lnvtoI2vDZReWUpYOrWU2rXT0dURy1Q5q7t8wlMout8CYduV3VeYr3DX7UD9TYhy4OqLilXt12fUjJl9uutDAergmZdcusD0u-NvtXZIrA/s320/IMG_20210801_204159.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEghg10Gt0UMeldj-YDP30z5lo_Us7tsDmEWk2zBwOn3odkrkhLCoqCcSKHeC1FC7NMnCE7Yw2lrjgSryGg6l6wE63STqmBYgDTG_j8XMIYwCe1eH3Bl1cExAEDjXhQVBUpd0QcIKKuGg/s2048/IMG_20210801_204752.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEghg10Gt0UMeldj-YDP30z5lo_Us7tsDmEWk2zBwOn3odkrkhLCoqCcSKHeC1FC7NMnCE7Yw2lrjgSryGg6l6wE63STqmBYgDTG_j8XMIYwCe1eH3Bl1cExAEDjXhQVBUpd0QcIKKuGg/s320/IMG_20210801_204752.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Chovia suavemente, o que não é
surpresa em terras bretãs. Ali, num só dia, espreitam várias estações, naquele
momento o outono chegava apesar de ser apenas o 1º de agosto.<o:p></o:p></span></p>Paula Vidigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02144509052850439515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471183350643553440.post-49917482240494913392021-09-30T15:22:00.003+01:002021-09-30T15:22:42.758+01:00Chegámos à Bretanha!<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Depois de Nantes (esta ficará para o fim do circuito),
entrámos na Bretanha, para os locais “Breitz”, que é o mesmo que dizer “relaxa!
Vive tranquilamente! Aproveita!” . Não foi preciso dizer duas vezes...<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Digam o que disserem, e o resto da França que se zangue
comigo, mas para mim Bretanha é um país onde falam francês.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Iniciámos a nossa viagem pela província de Morbihan, à conta
do golfo com o mesmo nome. Curiosa e poeticamente significa “pequeno mar”. Não
se esqueçam que a Bretanha tem sempre mar… também podia ser uma ilha, pois por
mais do que nos afastemos da costa (o máximo 60 kms), o mar está sempre
presente. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Fomos diretos ao tradicional e pacato, uma pequena vila, com
o sugestivo nome, porque ali não há mar, de Rochefort-sur-Terre. Situa-se a 38
km oeste de Vannes. Logo à entrada somos recebidos pela placa “Petite cité de caractére”
e com as indicações de estacionamento próprio para autocaravanas, um imenso
parque, pago, cuja quantia remete para a preservação e conservação da vila.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHjomikmAgjjHB2qa4ygeRkdwZyoFfVNj4_AkFaqM_Dwbbz4xPyvlSKQFYwn47Kk__psN0cSTW6iyZSj1yiKBwdKyIQAUrxGpRMikbqmRtyasNeaI9sZEvcSqSL3jxb64r3gn7HCrakAw/s6000/DSC_0781.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHjomikmAgjjHB2qa4ygeRkdwZyoFfVNj4_AkFaqM_Dwbbz4xPyvlSKQFYwn47Kk__psN0cSTW6iyZSj1yiKBwdKyIQAUrxGpRMikbqmRtyasNeaI9sZEvcSqSL3jxb64r3gn7HCrakAw/s320/DSC_0781.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>De facto, as ruas e
casas revelam caráter, assim como as lojas de artesanato e até os canteiros,
imagine-se: para além do colorido das flores , assomam ervas de cheiro e até
morangos! <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1tqh1PWIk5zmdXz-tAs5vcd_cd3DvXmVpQ3aav1EvV-Pb6ILjJf83eTKqQYBgJUO2MieDFJOQ4yTqZQmTSeFkPCh0vkE-QiCP8zQV3MFjezCTeAg3oFbwNBRlxOct3dvlF1uYsY3KIkk/s6000/DSC_0787.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1tqh1PWIk5zmdXz-tAs5vcd_cd3DvXmVpQ3aav1EvV-Pb6ILjJf83eTKqQYBgJUO2MieDFJOQ4yTqZQmTSeFkPCh0vkE-QiCP8zQV3MFjezCTeAg3oFbwNBRlxOct3dvlF1uYsY3KIkk/s320/DSC_0787.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieeBFc12H8DrJjnDILkFDEugj4VguihMbWmGkUd_FN-hiRDvpKCY0AVRoHuQHGg4-8ojkB9cU3BM6SLV-xGPHcg1UtjWVwF8NLrWKQlI0u8pClwElXicmECy-6z5pA0wdI2IZvn0ph9YA/s6000/DSC_0784.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieeBFc12H8DrJjnDILkFDEugj4VguihMbWmGkUd_FN-hiRDvpKCY0AVRoHuQHGg4-8ojkB9cU3BM6SLV-xGPHcg1UtjWVwF8NLrWKQlI0u8pClwElXicmECy-6z5pA0wdI2IZvn0ph9YA/s320/DSC_0784.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">As pedras do chão e dos prédios soam a tempos idos (continuam
solenemente erguidas casas dos séculos XVI e XVII), muitas com um perfil a
evocar aquela aldeia da Gália que soube , heroicamente, resistir aos romanos,
eternizada pela mão do célebre Uderzo. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH-0tRRt7mylpCamSqnaNeGFu-litB6pn1Mr6ty2Z5p5DwgAwWc5hKvYcfLd0QPKcCrPMqf7XvqtVbxA-GgLXm18z4X5LvxT9heS2psr8Nun2KWLzm0_uW1d02eMR9R6__0l-YVoWtd3c/s6000/DSC_0795.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH-0tRRt7mylpCamSqnaNeGFu-litB6pn1Mr6ty2Z5p5DwgAwWc5hKvYcfLd0QPKcCrPMqf7XvqtVbxA-GgLXm18z4X5LvxT9heS2psr8Nun2KWLzm0_uW1d02eMR9R6__0l-YVoWtd3c/s320/DSC_0795.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Uma tão nobre vila tinha de ter obrigatoriamente o seu
castelo . Muito anterior ao século XVI, chega-se até ele <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>através de um corredor misterioso de árvores e
revela , dentro das muralhas, um espaço aberto e tranquilo , apetecível para uns
banhos de paz. O castelo propriamente dito não se deixou abrir à curiosidade
dos olhares.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIFWfeQJfGdIyg2-1IZbx5oqoaAH0Mj0xf2aw8keprR-SHNWuQjXZHadIYzmHWrM76dkPwCc0C2qU5Ko1E43fN_mI3pI6UzgB0EQ16Wv9bCjoSjM9xrxOF30ppldH7ZGlsJuhSMnwM-dk/s6000/DSC_0794.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIFWfeQJfGdIyg2-1IZbx5oqoaAH0Mj0xf2aw8keprR-SHNWuQjXZHadIYzmHWrM76dkPwCc0C2qU5Ko1E43fN_mI3pI6UzgB0EQ16Wv9bCjoSjM9xrxOF30ppldH7ZGlsJuhSMnwM-dk/s320/DSC_0794.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMrzRdBDitfSYRqn5PfnRdLG9RTBlAgpUuWq5qLxhW9wLgHAu0ev3BQA3pRNohLnVfejo7OIxEahm_vo__T-hazkceCtjEQdUjRIYF5MnXR-qvDIC4wUfq3iHCD3ZOdFyraxQXJcQyyRE/s6000/DSC_0801.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMrzRdBDitfSYRqn5PfnRdLG9RTBlAgpUuWq5qLxhW9wLgHAu0ev3BQA3pRNohLnVfejo7OIxEahm_vo__T-hazkceCtjEQdUjRIYF5MnXR-qvDIC4wUfq3iHCD3ZOdFyraxQXJcQyyRE/s320/DSC_0801.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPUmMkSd2UoJRIUC2i2AT8Yi-Jr8DiJmj55mJY8fuNgsT24CFqbbmLAs-MjV_s7oTV1kLiG4FVZzLFiqrg30-ds-WzSrpdk9SOw68o9XIx0JB1Z_727NtRArSl60pFZ6eINocFqO51wPI/s6000/DSC_0806.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPUmMkSd2UoJRIUC2i2AT8Yi-Jr8DiJmj55mJY8fuNgsT24CFqbbmLAs-MjV_s7oTV1kLiG4FVZzLFiqrg30-ds-WzSrpdk9SOw68o9XIx0JB1Z_727NtRArSl60pFZ6eINocFqO51wPI/s320/DSC_0806.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">E, daqui para a frente, sempre e sempre, crepes e “gallettes”,
em língua portuguesa, doces e salgados. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Para
estreia , nada mau!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY5gUXWJ2KPrnlFsrINMpWSxy2qjbUaFLNBl3OYcSkcrMs8VuEsFMdaw5vW5qKIMQQkDxgjjPwZGqDHi4yMNO5n_nK5-LV_6CBMbdVpztFRX9tpY1ptLaXvX4L0ZSbo6nUpscCn-GoL6E/s6000/DSC_0812.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY5gUXWJ2KPrnlFsrINMpWSxy2qjbUaFLNBl3OYcSkcrMs8VuEsFMdaw5vW5qKIMQQkDxgjjPwZGqDHi4yMNO5n_nK5-LV_6CBMbdVpztFRX9tpY1ptLaXvX4L0ZSbo6nUpscCn-GoL6E/s320/DSC_0812.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><br /><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span><p></p>Paula Vidigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02144509052850439515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471183350643553440.post-36718408619831265062021-09-23T14:18:00.005+01:002021-09-23T14:19:39.413+01:00La Rochelle, a cidade branca<p> </p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">Entre a baía de Arcachon e a Bretanha (nosso destino) ,
apontámos para nova paragem: La Rochelle, situada na Nova Aquitânia , no Golfo
da Biscaia.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">E em boa hora … cidade fabulosa com a sua luminosidade
encantadora, o sol a bater no calcário das suas paredes, o azul a refletir-se
nas águas. Luz, muita luz.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjfMamEgQR3cMF_kgMrBD1c6fMwCfm31zAzHDLJFYWszZdCIhd2JGrKMyz88OVl753_snMn3AVzV5KU8QVV5-oxjuHgk3jmaCdBjdhxHtUWcxemtc46pSPoZjF9c-yOBh0UoSU6P7Nwxo/s6000/DSC_0769.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjfMamEgQR3cMF_kgMrBD1c6fMwCfm31zAzHDLJFYWszZdCIhd2JGrKMyz88OVl753_snMn3AVzV5KU8QVV5-oxjuHgk3jmaCdBjdhxHtUWcxemtc46pSPoZjF9c-yOBh0UoSU6P7Nwxo/s320/DSC_0769.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">É cidade de praias, variados museus e ruas simpáticas e animadas.
Desde o século XII que o chamado Porto Velho é a porta de entrada para quem chega
pelo mar, com as suas torres gémeas ( La Chaîne , com a sua corrente a ligar à
gémea St . Nicolas ) e ainda La Lanterne , farol e antiga prisão. Também foi
porta de saída, no tempo dos Descobrimentos, para as conquistas no Canadá.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCQA9BINfJjWshAHS3sNOokm4vwzs79XxxPbVRBF8SfsafbNmW0NzJ8fcj6zRTrNUYNwpNoWV9LMvxv4eck0i4med-y7pQy2f1GIcRNe5ZybC09Un5E9HJqkfQwBqMjVjoJLw0Li-WTy0/s6000/DSC_0743.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCQA9BINfJjWshAHS3sNOokm4vwzs79XxxPbVRBF8SfsafbNmW0NzJ8fcj6zRTrNUYNwpNoWV9LMvxv4eck0i4med-y7pQy2f1GIcRNe5ZybC09Un5E9HJqkfQwBqMjVjoJLw0Li-WTy0/s320/DSC_0743.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span face="Arial, sans-serif"> La Chaîne e St. Nicolas</span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">Hoje é uma cidade cheia de luz, bastante concorrida no
verão pelas suas praias, marina , património arquitetónico e histórico, mercados
ao ar livre, rua das Arcades (antiga rua de mercado ao ar livre) e a sua jovial animação.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhKqyk9iB9wA-ejpeCV4cR93KdT6w_xW0ANg09W9OfS14xfhnqrrE9L-24TiQDvFQCYizkF7JWJKM3pbx-E5-nSAgX8ljNjsSitGzQQjYdfngq90zRMP2xC37kyXaLCH7mnbuakkHWS-s/s6000/DSC_0746.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhKqyk9iB9wA-ejpeCV4cR93KdT6w_xW0ANg09W9OfS14xfhnqrrE9L-24TiQDvFQCYizkF7JWJKM3pbx-E5-nSAgX8ljNjsSitGzQQjYdfngq90zRMP2xC37kyXaLCH7mnbuakkHWS-s/s320/DSC_0746.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNV2azbVKdCtguzpXg9x_uPejY9bY8s6AZXU3uc5XYpAt6PzukJDPygJXV_sqTZP1UtJmpMSVDcVcWu_oYQDigFfXIAbdrv2boPNNnn2K980s-4o7YoBSJvZ-9fdElZAHFjY_k9Xrt5t0/s6000/DSC_0751.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNV2azbVKdCtguzpXg9x_uPejY9bY8s6AZXU3uc5XYpAt6PzukJDPygJXV_sqTZP1UtJmpMSVDcVcWu_oYQDigFfXIAbdrv2boPNNnn2K980s-4o7YoBSJvZ-9fdElZAHFjY_k9Xrt5t0/s320/DSC_0751.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCmbLHS16CNGwHMNzHwdjihGGMdVtmz6maLwakeVUieIC7PNjx4wd4_0LJ1LDmP3zBQziDcjXXk8Acs8pvl0Q1mBzNwrLyltQwoSL3z8z49hmL6V-hGLZ6hi0aixy6omXxIrL3N4J7YFA/s6000/DSC_0753.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCmbLHS16CNGwHMNzHwdjihGGMdVtmz6maLwakeVUieIC7PNjx4wd4_0LJ1LDmP3zBQziDcjXXk8Acs8pvl0Q1mBzNwrLyltQwoSL3z8z49hmL6V-hGLZ6hi0aixy6omXxIrL3N4J7YFA/s320/DSC_0753.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJEwvjI-Nd1FJcRrUKwr3GMBkT8jO8YVD935zYb1Xh9KJXmqJDq7jCcOi_bHV8g8GCisGfvx6HtFtAA3kk0sQstjbsX-LNDcujUDnnZtF9QQURD9QfgyjnKFXQUrugkfJCrK403scs25M/s6000/DSC_0761.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJEwvjI-Nd1FJcRrUKwr3GMBkT8jO8YVD935zYb1Xh9KJXmqJDq7jCcOi_bHV8g8GCisGfvx6HtFtAA3kk0sQstjbsX-LNDcujUDnnZtF9QQURD9QfgyjnKFXQUrugkfJCrK403scs25M/s320/DSC_0761.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">Hotel de Ville</p><p></p></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT1Q2xM-b2mkzzX3wMKh5EKyYHGJ9C9iJ6WqBGmvKUWNephwr6rAWdQeup92-hENhWjxUtdYs1SEQFLd_knyOOktdXJ77aXfVcL59_OLCsCbMAm2zF6H85juDMnf82Lgb6EI9EIQORHA8/s6000/DSC_0771.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT1Q2xM-b2mkzzX3wMKh5EKyYHGJ9C9iJ6WqBGmvKUWNephwr6rAWdQeup92-hENhWjxUtdYs1SEQFLd_knyOOktdXJ77aXfVcL59_OLCsCbMAm2zF6H85juDMnf82Lgb6EI9EIQORHA8/s320/DSC_0771.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /></div><br /><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;">Aconselho a área para AC ( Port -Neuf) - <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>de bicicleta é um excelente passeio, de
autocarro é um ápice (linha 6 a poucos metros da ASA).</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2v1tvOU7coxGqdKA4M5XBshlCz-BvC7ZVcwDW7mgvnthz9P1evLmFAsuBakGYrdLXmojapobVP6GEe4lyCHcuANA0DQ5F7V9HmRoh-cBtewCuZNO92-6Ms4157hfTYYuaLqSa9rKqXZw/s6000/DSC_0741.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2v1tvOU7coxGqdKA4M5XBshlCz-BvC7ZVcwDW7mgvnthz9P1evLmFAsuBakGYrdLXmojapobVP6GEe4lyCHcuANA0DQ5F7V9HmRoh-cBtewCuZNO92-6Ms4157hfTYYuaLqSa9rKqXZw/s320/DSC_0741.JPG" width="213" /></a></p></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote>Paula Vidigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02144509052850439515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471183350643553440.post-48369302675266057432021-09-19T23:25:00.001+01:002021-09-19T23:25:05.819+01:00Floresta-areia-água (Dune du Pyla)<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Sessenta milhões de m3 de
areia fina é muita areia! Há quem traga de lá uns saquinhos como <i>souvenir</i>,
nas barraquinhas do <i>site</i> também vendem postais com areia e nós também
trouxemos alguma … nas meias e dentro dos ténis. Felizmente, tem mais de 40
séculos de História e mais depressa será o degelo a tirá-la dali. Refiro-me à
gigantesca duna do Pyla, originalmente Pilat, na Aquitânia francesa, a alguns
quilómetros da grande Bordéus. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Este “grande monte” ou pilha
de areia (o significado original de Pilat) é a porta de entrada para a baía de
Arcachon, ocupa 2,7 km de costa e mede entre 100 a 115 metros de altura,
constituindo uma das grandes atrações turísticas do país, inseridas na Rede Natura
2000.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">O cenário é: floresta-duna-água mas, para que assim o seja, só subindo ao topo da duna.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Para escalar essa
parede de areia íngreme, o homem inventou uma majestosa escadaria. Lá em cima,
duna-floresta. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEI_gtW-WiYZyT7vyWx9olDtR8kJ54SZ2n3V_Gyev5glCpih5r7V88FLcckSQwja9XKhL_TrMFMpLyMQEd9oefJh0o7Aj3O3dmvicVMQbxMeRlH8YRs_Dn9Ik4iyUOs7YGa0E027Y8VaM/s2048/pyla.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEI_gtW-WiYZyT7vyWx9olDtR8kJ54SZ2n3V_Gyev5glCpih5r7V88FLcckSQwja9XKhL_TrMFMpLyMQEd9oefJh0o7Aj3O3dmvicVMQbxMeRlH8YRs_Dn9Ik4iyUOs7YGa0E027Y8VaM/s320/pyla.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivAg9Cbr4Dz_EpeTiqMotfxSyBZQRakRB7IrAo25VduTOsw6k1TivE4T7HCEL1YIRY_0qjUsLPwvBVBuPuXh1cnZ4KspwwZdtKg6MrOzhArN2TJqXvotC8ISJ8DcQIwamQGV8L8wbUnHo/s6000/DSC_0736.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivAg9Cbr4Dz_EpeTiqMotfxSyBZQRakRB7IrAo25VduTOsw6k1TivE4T7HCEL1YIRY_0qjUsLPwvBVBuPuXh1cnZ4KspwwZdtKg6MrOzhArN2TJqXvotC8ISJ8DcQIwamQGV8L8wbUnHo/s320/DSC_0736.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Mais uns passos e… floresta-duna-água. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhybQqkelARhFFDJ0jeuVYcqDHsIMwQatL2VE4rs38hqPL14MHlS_NwCep8OjHwRBuA5RkXEb9vvhyphenhyphenJ-uprZPmp92DHMFKDK5aF6gr-lZrNHQZ8Xla4uLToP9jVJBwTk8ftjcpsKkRn0s/s6000/DSC_0726.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhybQqkelARhFFDJ0jeuVYcqDHsIMwQatL2VE4rs38hqPL14MHlS_NwCep8OjHwRBuA5RkXEb9vvhyphenhyphenJ-uprZPmp92DHMFKDK5aF6gr-lZrNHQZ8Xla4uLToP9jVJBwTk8ftjcpsKkRn0s/s320/DSC_0726.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">A descer todos os santos ajudam:
é meter os pés descalços na areia e recuar à infância, descendo ou rebolando.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY1dtvKl8Vup6uZCk-ZJuE_tqLyhPWJrWJIG1WCwYt3KoL32gTHoxOWmpvcJys4tW3DHk0blLhRGawL1UmfunT1zaU7lwNLZFubYgKugb3MehBC6COGTJVZzCqUrBhG7QXxP7NM45KXKs/s1919/duna+pyla.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1919" data-original-width="1440" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY1dtvKl8Vup6uZCk-ZJuE_tqLyhPWJrWJIG1WCwYt3KoL32gTHoxOWmpvcJys4tW3DHk0blLhRGawL1UmfunT1zaU7lwNLZFubYgKugb3MehBC6COGTJVZzCqUrBhG7QXxP7NM45KXKs/s320/duna+pyla.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">A baía de Arcachon é famosa
pelas ostras e se quiserem degustá-las optem pela sua capital- Gujan Mestras –
localidade onde também imperam as diversões – parques aquáticos, desportos
radicais , entre outras que esgotam rapidamente o subsídio de férias caso ali
fiquem uma semana.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Nós optámos por um passeio de
bicicleta de trinta kms (ida e volta), do “nosso “ quintal em Gujan Mestras até
à duna (<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Aire de 3 Coccinelles”, um
pouco cara , mas com luz e água incluídas e um espaço tranquilizante ao lado de
pinhal. Na receção também vendem ostras mas naquele dia não havia … <i>pas de
chance</i>).<o:p></o:p></span></p>Paula Vidigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02144509052850439515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471183350643553440.post-61545745828959548922021-09-10T20:05:00.000+01:002021-09-10T20:05:02.276+01:00<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;">Baztán – um pé em Espanha, outro em França<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;">Para os fãs da <i>Trilogia de Báztan</i>, de Dolores Redondo,
aconselho um saltito até à província de Navarra, nomeadamente a aldeia de Elizondo,
cenário natural do livro e da adaptação da série homónima da Netflix. Para os
fãs de cenários verdes mágicos o mesmo aconselho.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;">Este pequeno cantinho de Espanha, entre o país basco espanhol
e o francês é, de facto, apetecível. “Aqui não há nada feio”, foi a frase que
mais repetimos.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL9p4q2N4vItg2D04hQTBWROJrgB9vQ24TJA69SNneFrJz_9SZV2fiPmIBrutV2cDx9poDHbBftNJemMXT4Nyn1VFV3V9gPcSWCdDNggR2ekGYSBS8e58Ay5HSDaFffsti4Z_1o13e2Zk/s6000/DSC_0705.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL9p4q2N4vItg2D04hQTBWROJrgB9vQ24TJA69SNneFrJz_9SZV2fiPmIBrutV2cDx9poDHbBftNJemMXT4Nyn1VFV3V9gPcSWCdDNggR2ekGYSBS8e58Ay5HSDaFffsti4Z_1o13e2Zk/s320/DSC_0705.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;">Minto, há um aspeto menos favorável, para nós, viajantes
itinerantes de 4 rodas, é que ali ainda não são muito hospitaleiros com as
nossas casinhas. Em Elizondo, onde Amaia Salazar pesquisa o famoso crime dos
bosque de Baztan, vila de muitas casas nobres, palacetes e casarões, não foi
fácil estacionar. Não só porque as ruas são estreitas, mas também porque nos
poucos espaços disponíveis, as autoridades responsáveis não são muito
acolhedoras. Estacionar: <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>afastado da
vila, pernoita: nem pensar.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;">Elizondo é tal e qual como Dolores Redondo a descreve: pacata,
misteriosa, salutar. Lá está a ponte sobre o rio Baztan onde Amaia tantas vezes
pára contemplando as sombras e o rio, lá está a casa da sua tia Engrasi, e até a
panificadora da família, com o mesmo nome do livro!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsZ4v5U0asAZq4tb-c4MI_gSWDB5av91uw0_Q6dF3cD2ZltcAJVrFKF5Jtl9HpLEXJGcF7i4ufDsmzm6jBNeff0BeRTV5HPk2u5STKb_uplN_CSKt_uhn3i9j2X1RucQ_va31CTnqpR0k/s6000/DSC_0708.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsZ4v5U0asAZq4tb-c4MI_gSWDB5av91uw0_Q6dF3cD2ZltcAJVrFKF5Jtl9HpLEXJGcF7i4ufDsmzm6jBNeff0BeRTV5HPk2u5STKb_uplN_CSKt_uhn3i9j2X1RucQ_va31CTnqpR0k/s320/DSC_0708.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;">O rio Baztan e a ponte</blockquote><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD4R24wtyoAhoUbhwqjRbuxoCGubamnqAASTmdGZ5o6mRKnDVfyohEuNECyTCXc5cy0jK_odFL677i2yHZz4v_baKegZSgHuFO4ZCdKsyBL3M5hXa1C8I5d6fOJ7GXsZkuq4U9scZW0pk/s6000/DSC_0703.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD4R24wtyoAhoUbhwqjRbuxoCGubamnqAASTmdGZ5o6mRKnDVfyohEuNECyTCXc5cy0jK_odFL677i2yHZz4v_baKegZSgHuFO4ZCdKsyBL3M5hXa1C8I5d6fOJ7GXsZkuq4U9scZW0pk/s320/DSC_0703.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">casa da tia Engrasi </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo3oYJI2M_Nh3v0OVt6HmQtGzFAcSTRha_eJAiXFyotWHY15XJAYtOS0hR4ICVzLxyEpVmJGjshpsptrYR9Ka-7B0-3FQrzdvgtmlINkg9pqFtY1tZ6NnkNIw_4WjJaoIk006UR9A2Z3E/s6000/DSC_0702.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo3oYJI2M_Nh3v0OVt6HmQtGzFAcSTRha_eJAiXFyotWHY15XJAYtOS0hR4ICVzLxyEpVmJGjshpsptrYR9Ka-7B0-3FQrzdvgtmlINkg9pqFtY1tZ6NnkNIw_4WjJaoIk006UR9A2Z3E/s320/DSC_0702.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivHykLCkcwcTg1eUx9EoQ0eJfVPlUBEGm_gaMjwRlgjIY58xCeuygOEq_yvlCAI6WbjqtOukMvnc8xHEubsRRI1LjWn6kfGuEaV_YMRJANpqieyKnj7hu-v5vKSIUYWcSYvqm9iXrNqyI/s6000/DSC_0702.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;">Não só Elizondo é digna de visita, ao seu redor outras
aldeias serranas a merecem, como Maya/Amiur, já muito perto de França. Esta distingue-se
pelo seu arco que delimita a entrada para o casario, dando-lhe um ar de aldeia
privada. O seu ar nobre e digno não permite, talvez por isso mesmo, turismo
rolante. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_epY2VAUiBRs_C1AQzeT-dj7lKCyEKczUABlX5Nh4Dq7ZVmTx5eQ53O4crOSa-NJtyPQ4m1Cd85k3tP6IguRhDfGZAoX2QUS4zS-8bxzF-5vGGC9Jt4X8HhwdsllKxzFefke1vOCDtng/s6000/DSC_0715.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_epY2VAUiBRs_C1AQzeT-dj7lKCyEKczUABlX5Nh4Dq7ZVmTx5eQ53O4crOSa-NJtyPQ4m1Cd85k3tP6IguRhDfGZAoX2QUS4zS-8bxzF-5vGGC9Jt4X8HhwdsllKxzFefke1vOCDtng/s320/DSC_0715.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQORMYI3sxF9UIBr4-8nvRI3VUueiuwW4qwJVpiSxj4tEHC2rFJKai8Y-anapu9kmSrU6zJ8_GTL08I2o5Fzp0eYPOBqSvTLUjg8o-lWX_OHQOoy5JDv0ObGwB_t65X4kMVTKXqsuAOqg/s6000/DSC_0716.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQORMYI3sxF9UIBr4-8nvRI3VUueiuwW4qwJVpiSxj4tEHC2rFJKai8Y-anapu9kmSrU6zJ8_GTL08I2o5Fzp0eYPOBqSvTLUjg8o-lWX_OHQOoy5JDv0ObGwB_t65X4kMVTKXqsuAOqg/s320/DSC_0716.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidJ4F8R4WuYoif5D6xWQTNHEe0syiSbkg0ynpcbtNAK-m0cZz1GfDc__O01G1iQK_Me48VNEeFv3tkNvjUNSn5IX2CXUucvaGy-Hyv2dHqmYCCiSrlUrNf6Vy3j5ARUI_iJmXCQi8yuHM/s6000/DSC_0718.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidJ4F8R4WuYoif5D6xWQTNHEe0syiSbkg0ynpcbtNAK-m0cZz1GfDc__O01G1iQK_Me48VNEeFv3tkNvjUNSn5IX2CXUucvaGy-Hyv2dHqmYCCiSrlUrNf6Vy3j5ARUI_iJmXCQi8yuHM/s320/DSC_0718.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;">Assim, rolámos antes de jantar dali para fora, à procura de
poiso que aliasse ceia e dormida. O escolhido e popular (digo eu, porque estava
populoso) local fronteiriço onde muitos vão aos seus <i>shoppings</i> e onde muitas
AC pernoitavam gratuitamente, com um pé em Espanha e outro em França, chama-se
Dantxarinea <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(N 43º 17’ 22’’<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>W01º 30’ 15’’) e tem vista para os Pirinéus.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYK8j_k5dUPkhX424q7hbJpiXOSxXfbn-nMxXnz-cDURglcP3DlAShevAMvyjzM8NdcbOvSH83YqSMi0aIn5cLsNIjrA_4lH8Lw6FWQLUNK1pLK8ipyceXvNNK9FkQxR0CImmHVRO5keY/s6000/DSC_0719.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYK8j_k5dUPkhX424q7hbJpiXOSxXfbn-nMxXnz-cDURglcP3DlAShevAMvyjzM8NdcbOvSH83YqSMi0aIn5cLsNIjrA_4lH8Lw6FWQLUNK1pLK8ipyceXvNNK9FkQxR0CImmHVRO5keY/s320/DSC_0719.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span><p></p>Paula Vidigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02144509052850439515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471183350643553440.post-53742875797446559502021-09-07T14:20:00.000+01:002021-09-07T14:20:23.077+01:00<p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Descanso dos heróis I - <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Valladolid <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Como escreveu neste mês de agosto Valter Hugo Mãe, “Viver em
PORTUGAL é estar encurralado no fim da terra”. Roubo a frase porque a senti na pele ao atravessar tanta imensidão de terra,</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> esta Península
Ibérica, para chegar, em 4 rodas, por exemplo, a França, Suíça, Bélgica…, enfim, no caso
era só “ali” até à Bretanha.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Após mais de 400 kms de terra, desde casa até ao 1º
destino, contemplando touros reais e outros literalmente de papel, Valladolid
pode ser um pouso intermédio bastante razoável para “nuestros hermanos” sobre
quatro rodas, ou seja , os irmãos autocaravanistas mesmo MESMO <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><i>tuguinhas </i>como nós. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">O que tem então Valladolid para oferecer? Uma área para
autocaravanas a 15 minutos a pé do centro da cidade, com água, zona de despejos
e alguma sombra, tudo pela módica quantia de 6 euros. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGOscSPXS64k0kxmwxHJuvcRsvNqNYEVahl-hFneky7Hp5p2cFsxavdJVAsb4V3RGLfaS9k9mCwLHUbg6GjjrDDwz_K-P1Q7mGauKdYV70FEiOJuyZqYvR08zJPv3RxLKneta-GW2Glbo/s2048/IMG_20210727_172609%255B19003%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGOscSPXS64k0kxmwxHJuvcRsvNqNYEVahl-hFneky7Hp5p2cFsxavdJVAsb4V3RGLfaS9k9mCwLHUbg6GjjrDDwz_K-P1Q7mGauKdYV70FEiOJuyZqYvR08zJPv3RxLKneta-GW2Glbo/s320/IMG_20210727_172609%255B19003%255D.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">E, no centro, para além do conjunto histórico
caracteristicamente castelhano, como a Plaza Mayor, uma outra razão de peso:
uma fresca de uma <i>caña</i> acompanhada de tapas variadas.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4ry4DhpIQCVY7FnWzyAMYERKdLw5mCj54x5m-zDeiIE3kV5ISwGDru12k3zix1A-0y8U4tnmMDWcijNyouMISPLtHypVA9iopw8qoswB9saZp6cv-IU8ONK4bZN2lRqKCHIn0zgD5JP4/s6000/DSC_0691.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4ry4DhpIQCVY7FnWzyAMYERKdLw5mCj54x5m-zDeiIE3kV5ISwGDru12k3zix1A-0y8U4tnmMDWcijNyouMISPLtHypVA9iopw8qoswB9saZp6cv-IU8ONK4bZN2lRqKCHIn0zgD5JP4/s320/DSC_0691.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9mHUZEmcpc0AAGaroIn_EDgkpajsOLcsa33WWpv67PUU3UTV-fBHXssBnEDPZsjLViAN6Ztk8McAZ04An6WowIVIq6qJJrnpQtpjdqd_bEJtYSwo3CXXDWBVLZCewvE_VW6BPczACcok/s6000/DSC_0692.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9mHUZEmcpc0AAGaroIn_EDgkpajsOLcsa33WWpv67PUU3UTV-fBHXssBnEDPZsjLViAN6Ztk8McAZ04An6WowIVIq6qJJrnpQtpjdqd_bEJtYSwo3CXXDWBVLZCewvE_VW6BPczACcok/s320/DSC_0692.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">São ou não boas razões?<o:p></o:p></span></p><br /><p></p>Paula Vidigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02144509052850439515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471183350643553440.post-38925477243395470212020-09-27T15:48:00.001+01:002020-09-27T15:48:34.659+01:00Trilhar com tonalidade minhota<p> </p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Trilhar, verbo pouco sonante
segundo o meu canal auditivo, mas que aqui serve que nem uma luva. É mesmo fazer
um trilho!<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Nestes tempos em que o rosto deve
andar oculto (não, não somos muçulmanos, e com isto não há segundas leituras,
não somos, ponto); em que devemos circular pela direita (também não sou de
direita, ponto, não que alguém tenha alguma coisa a ver com isso); em que
devemos manter distanciamento (tem de ser, não me apetecia, mas ponto), trilhar
é uma boa alternativa. Para além do óbvio: lutar contra o sedentarismo, etc e
tal, e o mais fascinante, caminhar e estar integrado na Natureza. Já agora, memorizá-la
fotografando-a. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ei-la em várias tonalidades:<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Tonalidade minhota: </span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXo2unnQWQd-UT9jxW4dtizFJkYoSIpyxc70zfUHVrKL1wf4hX_HI61CSx32cMWdvH0sd90yZt8qPps4-p2xZMnquOSsoVzvaUSAcqjvHKYhUdJVJPTrZ3azIOh6v2p43Nk4EE0HZdLKM/s6000/DSC_0352+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXo2unnQWQd-UT9jxW4dtizFJkYoSIpyxc70zfUHVrKL1wf4hX_HI61CSx32cMWdvH0sd90yZt8qPps4-p2xZMnquOSsoVzvaUSAcqjvHKYhUdJVJPTrZ3azIOh6v2p43Nk4EE0HZdLKM/s320/DSC_0352+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Ponte da Barca, Minho</p></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Partindo da agradável vila de
Ponte da Barca, seguindo o Lima e procurando a foz do <a href="http://viajantedecasaascostas.blogspot.com/2020/08/era-uma-vez-um-rio-na-terra-arcos-de.html" target="_blank">Vez</a>, passando por campos
de cultivo, labirintos assassinos de milho, regadios, curvas do rio, bar à
beira-rio , na direção de Ponte de Lima. </span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTx0cES2rBEQNjgBg1BxSYcTkstlWLnKfXU_G999sOkzXVUdfyFvgSswm-1AE-jhtm6TWO5Pjdx9mwpzwfEkNGnGY204uUrJ8aC-rH8FyM8suryW1DE3GuhwVCgNzFRkS4vP4K-mbfSWY/s6000/DSC_0365.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTx0cES2rBEQNjgBg1BxSYcTkstlWLnKfXU_G999sOkzXVUdfyFvgSswm-1AE-jhtm6TWO5Pjdx9mwpzwfEkNGnGY204uUrJ8aC-rH8FyM8suryW1DE3GuhwVCgNzFRkS4vP4K-mbfSWY/s320/DSC_0365.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm5GdKog1A8wmuyku0IXst7ZqTnWvWuYVAJ7QAud7NNkKMSyX0vbKu53UP7NmAM5EztyobFxqZYKf3Bk9uxVsRIHLyhpsg2nbEH_HTvCEAumEJaM5kxzMfqf_7PYDhXTxC6ODUTM_Sbcs/s6000/DSC_0366+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm5GdKog1A8wmuyku0IXst7ZqTnWvWuYVAJ7QAud7NNkKMSyX0vbKu53UP7NmAM5EztyobFxqZYKf3Bk9uxVsRIHLyhpsg2nbEH_HTvCEAumEJaM5kxzMfqf_7PYDhXTxC6ODUTM_Sbcs/s320/DSC_0366+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh8yYLLPVfxcu0GK0zi-FNlrTOSnl6cv5iU_6eEy_bs82SG1jzZDXFHkxsV_EkabTj4JC6G3UmqYCK1GKkykkjAHV_TVWK9vEQHqtDnMP0q10a_ouQbtjZqPIjkDP1h-5aVaOAGVq40FA/s6000/DSC_0373+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh8yYLLPVfxcu0GK0zi-FNlrTOSnl6cv5iU_6eEy_bs82SG1jzZDXFHkxsV_EkabTj4JC6G3UmqYCK1GKkykkjAHV_TVWK9vEQHqtDnMP0q10a_ouQbtjZqPIjkDP1h-5aVaOAGVq40FA/s320/DSC_0373+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">No intervalo, um banho no
esconderijo de quem é da terra e conhece os secretos dos patos. </span><o:p></o:p></p>
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relaxar na relva frente ao Lima, debaixo da sombra e calor de agosto (até as ovelhas o sabem de cor), e
finalizar com novo mergulho na piscina fluvial. Bem, talvez aqui a qualidade da
água não seja a melhor e o isolamento e silêncio os mesmos. Afinal, tínhamos saído
do trilho.</span><o:p></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbDpsH_qWlDVL72OAhNQhSjNHRDLPKB0upP-ycCsRJ51Nh9Byu2aoEL3rmecPCGaCL16kru_NiTJTe_EhvEtVZFjqZNr9m5vBXg3gzm5sReA8rCJ8e9UJh5vQIkRE671wGJdxxP3-6xjc/s6000/DSC_0350.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbDpsH_qWlDVL72OAhNQhSjNHRDLPKB0upP-ycCsRJ51Nh9Byu2aoEL3rmecPCGaCL16kru_NiTJTe_EhvEtVZFjqZNr9m5vBXg3gzm5sReA8rCJ8e9UJh5vQIkRE671wGJdxxP3-6xjc/s320/DSC_0350.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigzvAluO42H7k6vqlVcVLI56Idm0sWKlA8rMG0azgbXYBlgoCDKyZC5f55otUk2tXd05QGjNTWgPr989zyO_WGcnW-b5DBPpUBpZw_KrWQZ3sn9rjtii4wZ4wcTe25e29hg2Obeje9Imc/s6000/DSC_0354+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigzvAluO42H7k6vqlVcVLI56Idm0sWKlA8rMG0azgbXYBlgoCDKyZC5f55otUk2tXd05QGjNTWgPr989zyO_WGcnW-b5DBPpUBpZw_KrWQZ3sn9rjtii4wZ4wcTe25e29hg2Obeje9Imc/s320/DSC_0354+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfEyea914MugaWkyfCv5zx7ABsBtt0Istc27zaTmICpmp5OD7m-mWhxAJ736hewN4wPSHsUS2U2cfq_yCGuZXIBjnYsb4syLGha8oU5ADDZrj20GOki-9KF_8ZFExA8FIUkp1-fu6pofc/s5941/DSC_0360+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2474" data-original-width="5941" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfEyea914MugaWkyfCv5zx7ABsBtt0Istc27zaTmICpmp5OD7m-mWhxAJ736hewN4wPSHsUS2U2cfq_yCGuZXIBjnYsb4syLGha8oU5ADDZrj20GOki-9KF_8ZFExA8FIUkp1-fu6pofc/s320/DSC_0360+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;">À noite, um concerto (o nosso
primeiro no confinamento), com lugares marcados e distanciados, máscara e, ao
longe, vozes da terra, uma delas a imitar Leonard Cohen. Estranho… sufocante… “infelizmente,
“primeiro estranha-se , depois entranha-se” (falo da cara tapada, ponto).</span><o:p></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Paula Vidigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02144509052850439515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471183350643553440.post-16280884616754579502020-09-10T14:29:00.004+01:002020-09-10T14:29:21.179+01:00Aldeia poética – Cacelha Velha<p> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Um pequeno poema visual no sotavento algarvio, assente numa
falésia: Cacelha Velha. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmf3u9EqSKUHQ7pJUZ7RWp4qbCxJ82lM4-VrzO0BsNiAuwDXds1lWBtvAEoIM6V3giFsH8X34sibJbveDt8OkmbHk08OjGsKPPeb0Gy0Nidu35n3uW6wfE8zmqp9jPyJ8bbB8rCwNw7A4/s6000/DSC_0497+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="500" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmf3u9EqSKUHQ7pJUZ7RWp4qbCxJ82lM4-VrzO0BsNiAuwDXds1lWBtvAEoIM6V3giFsH8X34sibJbveDt8OkmbHk08OjGsKPPeb0Gy0Nidu35n3uW6wfE8zmqp9jPyJ8bbB8rCwNw7A4/w333-h500/DSC_0497+%25282%2529.JPG" width="333" /></a></div><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">É um miradouro para a ria Formosa (quem a batizou sabia), na
qual, na maré baixa, se criam piscinas de água tépida por entre caminhos de
areia e barcos de pesca ancorados.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKoBjX8wmj7LvVdc20bTXyKB7rrwnUVaf-dY9CLSwbgg3SptTNIpbyGUtDDB1yVo0ttHsGXsCZpHjC0MDJ42HIqUToHdOay0G3Xuroa-ZCNhDHGaRyJ6oKdRwYArVvEBW987Pf7mDim24/s6000/DSC_0510+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKoBjX8wmj7LvVdc20bTXyKB7rrwnUVaf-dY9CLSwbgg3SptTNIpbyGUtDDB1yVo0ttHsGXsCZpHjC0MDJ42HIqUToHdOay0G3Xuroa-ZCNhDHGaRyJ6oKdRwYArVvEBW987Pf7mDim24/s320/DSC_0510+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifnEV8JLGbsnWd-EhSStqBrYRp87HLLU9p16cTpiqqlI0JairUjH5oRYjHn_sLxBm4EQOWsUMkxDgdhwtafmnXIy0pl9p-ge5v-1rSVMXMOgvAMaD51ubMVwOV_dm9CrVL1j9dKsBcHws/s6000/DSC_0511+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifnEV8JLGbsnWd-EhSStqBrYRp87HLLU9p16cTpiqqlI0JairUjH5oRYjHn_sLxBm4EQOWsUMkxDgdhwtafmnXIy0pl9p-ge5v-1rSVMXMOgvAMaD51ubMVwOV_dm9CrVL1j9dKsBcHws/s320/DSC_0511+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">É um miradouro para o mar: do lado de lá da ria está o mar e
uma extensão enorme de praia, à esquerda Praia Verde, à direita Cabanas de Tavira.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="333" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWGwEDx2bS30ywX9v04mokJluYLDKMdwZ7xoQY5C8BGUz9wB7PmIWYbt4x-c4Y_vb1n4G7sRg4NTTeqq_e_c1ecYQbD8bg7JsiBgPvqQmTDM2QnHE2mQFhgRXa4cWj6apRzu0RuWvMydU/w500-h333/DSC_0500+%25282%2529.JPG" style="text-align: left;" width="500" /></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Com a maré cheia, há que pagar ao barqueiro para regressar
até ao lado da fortaleza e dos seus muitos degraus.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Chegados à aldeia ou partindo dela, há muito que admirar: a sua
pequena igreja, a fortaleza, o pelourinho e a simpática arquitetura algarvia bordada
a flores e a cores. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL-D-OY5QPO3-5YjiPCRzs_wonuPrDwLHj3YXYQLulsjqdDHD5tuNTVt-TdCcc1uvOCCXiDWUDeoI5uCm1yQbsE-Iw3MRpiiUxVuOOERi9ZjhBF6Egr6egZPlVX1jL9cwrGGXwg3YWAyQ/s6000/DSC_0507+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="333" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL-D-OY5QPO3-5YjiPCRzs_wonuPrDwLHj3YXYQLulsjqdDHD5tuNTVt-TdCcc1uvOCCXiDWUDeoI5uCm1yQbsE-Iw3MRpiiUxVuOOERi9ZjhBF6Egr6egZPlVX1jL9cwrGGXwg3YWAyQ/w500-h333/DSC_0507+%25282%2529.JPG" width="500" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">A aldeia permanece intocável à mão da modernidade, daí o
prazer de percorrer placidamente as suas ruelas e sentir a poesia das cores e
das formas. Deve ser por isso que as ruas têm nome de poetas, um deles árabe,
memória dos tempos da “Cacila” muçulmana. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioAyNYbDHXhPG6on5_RaEihhjAgAQ_WagoSKiV2WC5ge0pYvW5EQkAkc80kB2Sko1qOf9fcd8q2OFHLpgMsnmfPHF1Zx83bop_rjKTOu1AOg6aYWMh08HHx63wPKMJj6559TF1kSq3xz0/s6000/DSC_0486.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="333" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioAyNYbDHXhPG6on5_RaEihhjAgAQ_WagoSKiV2WC5ge0pYvW5EQkAkc80kB2Sko1qOf9fcd8q2OFHLpgMsnmfPHF1Zx83bop_rjKTOu1AOg6aYWMh08HHx63wPKMJj6559TF1kSq3xz0/w500-h333/DSC_0486.JPG" width="500" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Claro que, para pagar o preço de tamanha singularidade, o melhor
é ir cedo ( falo do mês de agosto, entenda-se) para poder estacionar em paz, à beira
da estrada, se viajar, como nós , de casa às costas. Neste agosto 2020, com a
pandemia e o dedo legislativo apontado às autocaravanas, Cacela Velha , apesar
da sua beleza poética, tinha um verso que destoava: a proibição ao
estacionamento de AC no único parque para o efeito.<o:p></o:p></span></p>Paula Vidigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02144509052850439515noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7471183350643553440.post-60086802745358994302020-09-07T16:56:00.001+01:002020-09-07T16:56:55.434+01:00Uma escada para o céu – convento da cartuxa, Évora.<div class="separator"><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></p></div><p> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7eLeTM8ZnNZLuLTxYxMoiMPvLo1HVkXmpDENVky7pTUGQmCV_oOtdWqXU3qhX_QnJvLkxMxyKcZWEtwCImZ-B4Tq6CSFB9wXNHHLGRs7H93lC3QDJ_bLJSMdxKfXhRc4Rm0yDnuM9YOM/s6000/DSC_0607.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="333" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7eLeTM8ZnNZLuLTxYxMoiMPvLo1HVkXmpDENVky7pTUGQmCV_oOtdWqXU3qhX_QnJvLkxMxyKcZWEtwCImZ-B4Tq6CSFB9wXNHHLGRs7H93lC3QDJ_bLJSMdxKfXhRc4Rm0yDnuM9YOM/w500-h333/DSC_0607.JPG" width="500" /></a></div><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">É um caminho de silêncio… solidão…
simplicidade. Ou não. Um caminho de diálogo com Deus, ao lado de Deus, de mãos
dadas com o essencial e a verdade. No fim, que não é fim, espera-os a escada
que os conduzirá ao céu. <i>Scala Coeli</i>. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="333" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdzqL75Iku-01PY4Wee3956aceMGEJELXIYnhQxWLAPj1YvDuAuxSZJGMNUmHI3cmqdEUmsLt7isALKKNb4zishIol_A-PsiyG7ZvgBgpFiSklQknWp36a76WVBARHuPnUsSH1Le2gN7Q/w500-h333/DSC_0591.JPG" width="500" /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd71qsfPm_kxRB0aXAaWigP0obQJ05mT7KvBtPVIKtl2bzC9E6wALxuKSRR_Yy744Hg18Wuj4DIsEkWoWc7sF4FPIigZ4TXBv_F-k8umx9v1ag3n15riXDZZgWGFjgCzHCSoGnF65dDWQ/s320/DSC_0594+%25282%2529.JPG" style="text-align: justify;" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB0fnnJ-7GruO1utsc11gYePwfMnTzpHEKpikaZHRXMdiE22OQ3HQFS1fsd-HgLbpQcM60UcnwqDDX6vL4zC1ESYJUBCtXsnf2vWSLQg-PHp4vtNEwtiYMQTDlcmZSTODTVQjHroKJIL4/s6000/DSC_0583.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB0fnnJ-7GruO1utsc11gYePwfMnTzpHEKpikaZHRXMdiE22OQ3HQFS1fsd-HgLbpQcM60UcnwqDDX6vL4zC1ESYJUBCtXsnf2vWSLQg-PHp4vtNEwtiYMQTDlcmZSTODTVQjHroKJIL4/s320/DSC_0583.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjClmd8128aUMqW9WU-ToE-jne7lpJIerr-9umKXQCKN32uj7zaoVwNzpR1sPLkfCn0Zk7xMirDC9CgnlAStJGYzpztNFmPd_sOs1Co2IJ5u_teby7w3bUACmHzcn2h1DmfDQseHAuzNdo/s6000/DSC_0588.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjClmd8128aUMqW9WU-ToE-jne7lpJIerr-9umKXQCKN32uj7zaoVwNzpR1sPLkfCn0Zk7xMirDC9CgnlAStJGYzpztNFmPd_sOs1Co2IJ5u_teby7w3bUACmHzcn2h1DmfDQseHAuzNdo/s320/DSC_0588.JPG" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="333" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuwgQQjQL0of_dhvTK3U199vaCrGEzvio8H7Vxt5ow0kauEzGLOgqQDa4MSsXFNYEfItPWOJ962ZBBkpzrMYI9FdauDYXCKOZCTMlGK_XFTRa36GPR75Ys6h3t9Tq2k_E-Ym-Iot509Gk/w500-h333/DSC_0561+%25282%2529.JPG" style="text-align: left;" width="500" /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Foram assim os anos de missão (idealmente
sessenta) daqueles que entre a brancura destas paredes aqui residiram. A
brancura das paredes e dos muros, mas também a cerca verdejante de ciprestes a
apontar para o céu. <i>Scala Coeli</i>.</span><span style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWgVMB7Z9zUm1zIsvXszanxQ2hoLOd_BFNXmqktcZzK-2Z2-solE8rs3H45o1MfUNw_G9yoXhVLfnL0UFeQ7qsDUBN3bm0NYKIlfEE9xy8EvC2Cush2_H6cqG5QJtQRrHC9Nb8GpU88O0/s6000/DSC_0578+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="625" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWgVMB7Z9zUm1zIsvXszanxQ2hoLOd_BFNXmqktcZzK-2Z2-solE8rs3H45o1MfUNw_G9yoXhVLfnL0UFeQ7qsDUBN3bm0NYKIlfEE9xy8EvC2Cush2_H6cqG5QJtQRrHC9Nb8GpU88O0/w416-h625/DSC_0578+%25282%2529.JPG" width="416" /></a></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">No fim, já passando a faixa
serena dos oitenta, os últimos quatro monges cartuxos partiram rumo a Espanha.</span><span style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgafsREgNKMIFeKpejoovrVjYrAiwo7qKJHLYicQjpdhDDNyezHC3OY6mrd5VmmIeLj8V0lU3YQqLdhifiQrF-n_mutcTD776OVsBs1LlMR7tEIW3IeeKhieg0fXLAMkZp7328SP2JbmV0/s6000/DSC_0570.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="6000" height="333" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgafsREgNKMIFeKpejoovrVjYrAiwo7qKJHLYicQjpdhDDNyezHC3OY6mrd5VmmIeLj8V0lU3YQqLdhifiQrF-n_mutcTD776OVsBs1LlMR7tEIW3IeeKhieg0fXLAMkZp7328SP2JbmV0/w500-h333/DSC_0570.JPG" width="500" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Hoje, antes que cheguem as irmãs Servidoras
do Senhor e da Virgem de Matará, da Argentina rumo à planície, este espaço de
silêncio é aberto ao público. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Hoje, longe dos monges, dos seus
passos delicados, das suas preces ritmadas, ficaram os testemunhos de quem os seguia
com o olhar.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPZUK3YfliAQ8CRsu-Wsj7W_x4DVyXZrof5P1_uDUppmITFxV_5PMNwdENvRAmvHX0_1aF0viDHCi0KekmAoBAJd2jFAit8frc3HFRKv5rbB8-fsw-nOwCpn4a5Q3vSAAcHLwpC_Jh0xI/s4220/DSC_0597+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4220" data-original-width="3014" height="500" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPZUK3YfliAQ8CRsu-Wsj7W_x4DVyXZrof5P1_uDUppmITFxV_5PMNwdENvRAmvHX0_1aF0viDHCi0KekmAoBAJd2jFAit8frc3HFRKv5rbB8-fsw-nOwCpn4a5Q3vSAAcHLwpC_Jh0xI/w358-h500/DSC_0597+%25282%2529.JPG" width="358" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Depois, o portão voltará a fechar-se. </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtZ0BxJEhgiMgrQT6VKJhkDqJOPBImrx-2vFQYQZgVaXWj06FsA07bbZ-NunTjaAV7vsInpQ5kaj2WCzFLufSRyCxWFvd4Ai3_2NkODed1qZ8HN5q04Vy-qp-TBy6RBNQ9YvKTAXEP5u0/s6000/DSC_0608.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="500" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtZ0BxJEhgiMgrQT6VKJhkDqJOPBImrx-2vFQYQZgVaXWj06FsA07bbZ-NunTjaAV7vsInpQ5kaj2WCzFLufSRyCxWFvd4Ai3_2NkODed1qZ8HN5q04Vy-qp-TBy6RBNQ9YvKTAXEP5u0/w333-h500/DSC_0608.JPG" width="333" /></a></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p>Paula Vidigalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02144509052850439515noreply@blogger.com0