After the Chapel of Bones, We Were, Um, Dead Tired

We went into the church (built in the 14th century by the Franciscan order) in the Gothic style.  I hate to sound blasé about something built in the 1300s, but c'mon man, it's not as cool as a chapel built out of bones.  Actual bones.  Like "I see dead people" bones.

It's a very simple church, well except for the Baroque chapel.  There was another climb up stairs to get to another terrace.  Evora leads in church terraces per capita.  There's also an interesting collection of nativity scenes on display, so we did a drive-by arting of that.

I may look old here, but I'm 

younger than the tiles.

Hallway ceiling outside the chapel of bones.

View from the church terrace.

The Cathedral from this church's terrace.

We had our worst meal of the trip (we had a lot of very good ones) back in the Giraldi Square.  The restaurants near the Chapel of Bones looked better, but there was not a single available outside table in the fine weather at any of the four.

While we were waiting to order, Carol went into a shop and bought some cork placemats.  I told her not to, but she told me to put a cork in it.

When I think of cork, obviously wine stoppers come to mind.  Here in Evora, they sell all sorts of beautiful items made of very supple cork.  

After our late lunch, we walked back to the car and drove to the convent hotel.  We did a wine tasting and took a tour of the hotel, which is how we found the stunning chapel in the convent.

We finished up with dinner in the hotel.  The food was excellent.