Through Portugal . nt of you across the valleyrise the hills covered with houses of all coloursamidst greenery, with the great old citadel of theMoors and their conquerors crowning the highestpoint towards the river; the square battlementedtowers of the old cathedral being seated upon alower hill at its foot. To the left an ocean ofmountainous hills covered with verdure andbuildings stretch as far as the eye reaches; whilston the right beyond the extensive Black HorseSquare shines the wide estuary of the river, andmiles away across the water the mountains thatbound the prospect towards the sou
Through Portugal . nt of you across the valleyrise the hills covered with houses of all coloursamidst greenery, with the great old citadel of theMoors and their conquerors crowning the highestpoint towards the river; the square battlementedtowers of the old cathedral being seated upon alower hill at its foot. To the left an ocean ofmountainous hills covered with verdure andbuildings stretch as far as the eye reaches; whilston the right beyond the extensive Black HorseSquare shines the wide estuary of the river, andmiles away across the water the mountains thatbound the prospect towards the south. As you stand and look down from the gardenof Gloria to the big busy square, with its wavyblack and white pavement, and tall column justunderneath you, you may notice that at thenorth-east corner of the square the valley broadenssomewhat, and a maze of narrow streets startsfrom that corner. If when you descend fromyour eminence you penetrate and explore this corner you will find in it all that is left of the 244. z o :a D O LISBON quaint Lisbon of before the great here, in a district still called the Mouraria,and in what once was the Villa Nova de Gibraltaradjoining it, dwelt outside the ancient walls theMoors and Jews, who for centuries almostmonopolised the wealth of Portugal, until atthe bidding of his Spanish father-in-law andmother-in-law, Ferdinand and Isabel, the For-tunate King Manuel made short work of thechildren of Israel. Here in the ghetto, of whichthe ancient gateway still stands, the streets arenarrow and tortuous. Crumbling gables andquaint corner turrets overhang the pathway, anddark mysterious entries, lined with orientalazulejos, tell of the time when men lived in dailyfear of rapine and violence. Almost sheer over the district of the Mourariatowers the hill upon which the fortress of stands, and if you care to climb it you maysee Lisbon, and beyond from the point oppositeto that from v/hich you have just cathedral sta
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