After Andrew and I dined on Macanese fare, we had some unfinished business. We still needed to see the Ruins of St. Paul’s Cathedral. Since our bellies were finally full, we could turn our attention fully to following a walking tour suggested in our guidebook. The walking tour brought us to places like this… And this… Things were becoming increasingly crowded. Something was clearly drawing all of us… we all seemed to have the same aim. And then we turned a corner and there it was — St. Paul’s!
I believe I said something like this: “Oooooooh!”
Andrew doctored up the photo for our travel book. It’s beautiful.
A side view. A little less fantastical… but still pretty cool!
Then we headed up the MOUNTAIN that is the green space linking the ruins to Monte Fort. Okay it wasn’t an actual mountain. But, you’ll remember, I’m a prairie girl. Everything’s a mountain to me.
I wrote in my journal: “Nice how you have to climb to see all these things. Ha.” Yeah, it’s true… back in the day, everything spectacular or important that was built, was on a hill. Which means us sightseers of today must become accustomed to climbing all manner of awkward exhausting hills. I’m not complaining though — this is why I work out. I’m REALLY happy for the motivation… and I couldn’t think of any better motivation, either.
Andrew’s sense of humour.
Me, just hiding from the sun, really.
So was he. We make a good pair.
The path was lined with pebbles… and I just couldn’t care less about hygiene. All I could see in this path was a foot massage. Now that I’m removed from that situation, I’m finding this pretty gross.
A final view of the ruins from the shade of the nearby trees. *sigh* Farewell, Macau! It was fun.
Favourite picture of the ruins, and the beautiful trees of Macau.