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Showing posts with label spanish galleon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label spanish galleon. Show all posts
Saturday, April 18, 2020
Phot-o' the Day: Spanish Galleon in Marina Funchal, Madeira, Portugal
Tour boats that look like Spanish galleons have been a thing for awhile. Even in the Portuguese speaking world.
This tour boat is pulling back into harbor at the Funchal Marina on the Island of Madeira. Madeira is part of Portugal, even though it is located closer to the African mainland than it is to Portugal. I didn't get on board and take the tour. Getting on a boat and seeing the sights from way off shore is generally not my thing. If it's yours, I'm not judging. We all like to tourism in our own way. Your way is better for you and my way is better for me.
I actually would have considered doing the Spanish galleon tour in Funchal because, c'mon, it's a Spanish galleon, but it's a really popular tour and I would have had to book it a day in advance. I didn't have the day to spare, so that was a no-go.
Visited September 2017.
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Sunday, October 13, 2019
A Down to Earth Sunday in Dubrovnik
| Sunset over the Adriatic. With a Spanish galleon sailing out of port. |
And we got to the harbor just as a Spanish galleon was sailing into port.
Lunch was a delicious selection of grilled squid, fried squid, octopus salad, and beverages. No pictures because I forgot to take any.
Afterwards, it was time to visit the Crkva svetoga Vlaha, the Church of St. Blaise. You know, the guy who does the blessing of the throats. He does double duty as the patron saint of Dubrovnik. This is his church.
And it's nicely impressive.
Nice religious art on display.
This is the Rector's Palace.
The Rector governed the city back in the days of the Republic of Ragusa, which lasted from the 1400s until the city of Dubrovnik was conquered by the evil Napoleon in the early 1800s.
This is the Little Onofrio fountain. Spits out water just like Big Onofrio's fountain. Only it's little.
And it's at the east end of the Stradun, while it's much larger sibling fountain is at the west end, near the Pile Gate.
Then, after an afternoon break, we returned to the planned program of tourism-ing with a visit to the Franciscan Monastery.
The Franjevački samostan Male braće was a real monastery, with real monks, until when? Until which natural disaster befell Dubrovnik?
The invasion by the evil, church-hating Napoleon, who emptied the monasteries and convents of the religious and turned them into stables and arsenals and the like, all of which later became restaurants (as in the case of the convent) or museums (this monastery).
The religious art survived Napoleon. Such as this saintly figures rescuing tormented souls I'm guessing but it's only a guess.
There was a garden plaza inside the monastery. Perhaps this is where the monks grew medicinal herbs I'm guessing but it's only a guess.
Or maybe sometimes a garden is just a garden and it doesn't have to work for a living.
This being a Franciscan monastery, I'm guessing that this is St. Francis of Assisi, the animal-loving saint, with the dog.
But, as you may know I'm guessing but it's only a guess.
And here I've upped and joined the mendicant order.
And grew and extra pair of feet in the process. Which will come in handy if they chop my feet off because of the blood sugar.
Back to the streets:
Back to the harbor for some sunset action:
And the sun has slowly set into the Adriatic, which means it probably landed somewhere in Italy.
So now that the sun has gone, let's stop into a church I passed along the way.
Crkva sv. Blagovijesti, the Church of the Holy Assumption. But don't assume. You know what happens when you assume.
People make that stupid pun, that's what happens. But hopefully not at the Church of the Holy Assumption.
And then I ate Mexican food for supper.
You've heard of Tex-Mex. This was Cro-Mex. The tacos were tasty, although the corn tortilla was a mite chewy.
But the gelato for dessert more than made up for it.
I had the whiskey cream which, oh my oh my, does make a tasty gelato flavor.
More of the stray cats of Dubrovnik.
Winding through some back streets:
And with the moon over the bell tower it's time to say "good night."
Laku noć.
It could be just a tourist boat. Or it could be a gang of pirates heading ashore to steal our doubloons. I wasn't sure which.
Lunch was a delicious selection of grilled squid, fried squid, octopus salad, and beverages. No pictures because I forgot to take any.
Afterwards, it was time to visit the Crkva svetoga Vlaha, the Church of St. Blaise. You know, the guy who does the blessing of the throats. He does double duty as the patron saint of Dubrovnik. This is his church.
And it's nicely impressive.
Nice religious art on display.
This is the Rector's Palace.
The Rector governed the city back in the days of the Republic of Ragusa, which lasted from the 1400s until the city of Dubrovnik was conquered by the evil Napoleon in the early 1800s.
This is the Little Onofrio fountain. Spits out water just like Big Onofrio's fountain. Only it's little.
And it's at the east end of the Stradun, while it's much larger sibling fountain is at the west end, near the Pile Gate.
Then, after an afternoon break, we returned to the planned program of tourism-ing with a visit to the Franciscan Monastery.
The Franjevački samostan Male braće was a real monastery, with real monks, until when? Until which natural disaster befell Dubrovnik?
The invasion by the evil, church-hating Napoleon, who emptied the monasteries and convents of the religious and turned them into stables and arsenals and the like, all of which later became restaurants (as in the case of the convent) or museums (this monastery).
The religious art survived Napoleon. Such as this saintly figures rescuing tormented souls I'm guessing but it's only a guess.
There was a garden plaza inside the monastery. Perhaps this is where the monks grew medicinal herbs I'm guessing but it's only a guess.
Or maybe sometimes a garden is just a garden and it doesn't have to work for a living.
This being a Franciscan monastery, I'm guessing that this is St. Francis of Assisi, the animal-loving saint, with the dog.
But, as you may know I'm guessing but it's only a guess.
And here I've upped and joined the mendicant order.
And grew and extra pair of feet in the process. Which will come in handy if they chop my feet off because of the blood sugar.
Back to the streets:
Back to the harbor for some sunset action:
And the sun has slowly set into the Adriatic, which means it probably landed somewhere in Italy.
Crkva sv. Blagovijesti, the Church of the Holy Assumption. But don't assume. You know what happens when you assume.
People make that stupid pun, that's what happens. But hopefully not at the Church of the Holy Assumption.
And then I ate Mexican food for supper.
You've heard of Tex-Mex. This was Cro-Mex. The tacos were tasty, although the corn tortilla was a mite chewy.
But the gelato for dessert more than made up for it.
I had the whiskey cream which, oh my oh my, does make a tasty gelato flavor.
More of the stray cats of Dubrovnik.
Winding through some back streets:
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