It’s a museum called MMIPO. Or MIPO. Something like that. The logo is weird. We buy our tickets and ascend to the 3rd floor, ready to wind our way down in the prescribed order. The first exhibit is the corridor of seven mercies, in which there are silver incense boats and a fancy toothpick dispenser.
The benefactors portraits are of different sizes, which apparently reflects how much they contributed. That fat bloke must have struggled with Porto’s hills, eh.
The statues are weird, and there’s a painting of what looks like a pigeon shitting on the pious.
No idea what this guy did to deserve getting a staff in the skull.
Excuse any change in writing style; it’s 5 hours and 2 beers since I wrote the previous sentence. Now, where was I? Oh, that’s right, in the museum of ain’t-we-great’s church, with its graphic depictions of that Jesus fella on a cross. Unfortunately I didn’t get a shot of the one painting that depicted him as a boy, seemingly wearing a cowboy hat and looking a bit like a young Dusty “American Dream” Rhodes.
Helen takes a breather on a stone bench while I nab some photos. Dunno what this is, nor the creepy statue of “old bloke, perhaps Einstein, cradling a young naked lass”. I think many of the moustachioed painting and sculpture subjects look like Einstein, tbh.
The seagulls and pigeons around here really do/don’t like statue heads.
Heading back towards Aliados via only a slight wrong turn, about which I get some vague abuse and no credit for leading us past some more interesting craft shops, we arrive at the very busy Brasão. I am desperate for lunch here and somewhat panicky that there seems to be a queue out front – there isn’t, it’s just a bunch of people reading the menu. Panic returns when the lass manning the front desk apologises profusely to the people ahead that there’s just no way she can seat them, they would be at least 5th in the queue. A smaller group of only 3 are also turned away, but apparently they can sneak in a pair like us. Hurrah!
Up the rickety stairs and into the corner, we’re perched at a table with 3 seats. Hmm, sorry about that. Though we think one of the seats is decorative, as it’s under a very low ceiling. This is the original Brasão and much more cramped in all dimensions than the one we visited on Friday. We have a nice view of the bar and downstairs though.
Oooh that sun poking through looks nice.
This is Foz, where we spent time on Friday afternoon when the sea looked exactly like it does here.