Ohhh Sintra. What is there to say about Sintra?
A lot. But I didn’t read all the placards scattered around town.
(My former man friend did. In fact he read every single one. Skimmed them? No, no, every word on every placard. In every museum, in every castle, on every sidewalk. Hours of reading as I staggered through jet lag, seasonal allergies and a mild-to-moderate hangover. If you’re wondering why we’re not together, read every word in that paragraph and you’ll get this gist)
So instead I lazily present you with pictures of a town that looked like a living breathing postcard.