São Gonçalo Bridge In Amarante, Portugal
Europe,  History,  Portugal

Around Northern Portugal: Lamego-Amarante-Braga

As you approach Amarante by the road from the main A4 motorway, you could be forgiven for wondering what all the fuss is about, for at this point the absolutely lovely old town is hidden behind an array of modern structures, traffic islands, concrete and steel. Walk no more than 200 yards from the bus station, turn in to Rua 31 Janeiro, pass the lively traditional tabernas and head towards the São Gonçalo Bridge, and yet another enchanting town quickly reveals itself. And oh wow is it lovely.

São Gonçalo Bridge In Amarante, Portugal
São Gonçalo Bridge In Amarante
São Gonçalo Bridge In Amarante, Portugal
Amarante

Almost impossibly lovely. The Rio Tamega flows slowly through the centre – serenely slowly, except now and again when it skips over rocks just to make itself even more attractive. The two halves of the town connect via the ancient bridge, the elegant cathedral is the star amongst a whole gamut of beautiful old buildings where baroque meets majestic, while all around Amarante positively glows in the knowledge that it is beautiful. 

Cathedral Square in Amarante, Portugal
Amarante
Amarante, Portugal
Amarante

Just downstream from the São Gonçalo, there’s a weir where the river level drops about six feet: whoever it was who decided to construct a lengthy stepping stone crossing here was an inspired individual who deserves a medal. Crossing the river, glasslike surface one side, cascading white water the other, is almost as satisfying as the vinho verde at the bar on the other side. 

Stepping stones across the river in Amarante, Portugal
Stepping stones across the river
River at Amarante, Portugal
River Tamega, Amarante
São Gonçalo Bridge In Amarante, Portugal
Reflections
São Gonçalo Bridge In Amarante, Portugal
Amarante

Amarante is seriously pretty, one of those sumptuous places which just invites the visitor to stop and stare at regular intervals, so of course, the way life is, it is inevitable that there must be something to detract from its beauty. So, how about the fact that the whole town seems to be obsessed with eating a cake shaped like a penis complete with testicles? No, really, I kid you not. Apparently, Amarante’s patron saint is known for his matchmaking abilities, so consequently the town is reputedly a source of luck in love, and of fertility. To celebrate this, it is the done thing to buy, and present to a lady, a “bolos de São Gonçalo”, surely the most brazenly phallic culinary creation on the planet. I mean, ladies, can you imagine devouring one of these with even a modicum of elegance…..

Away from this utterly bizarre predilection, Amarante is an amazingly lovely town, so lovely that its residents seem to be in a perpetual state of contentment, at any time of day. You will see old guys quaffing wine straight after breakfast, lovers of all ages kissing on the bridge (we did it too, Amarante does this to you!), and families with kids having fun on roller skates just before midnight. What you won’t see is anyone in a hurry. Ever.

Pleasing aromas drift from those traditional bakeries, chatter and laughter and the clinking of glasses sneaks out of every taberna, verandas on the back of restaurants enable dinner above the river. Baroque towers climb the hill from the Tamega, narrow streets squeeze between grand buildings, and, as the evening progresses, bats replace swifts swooping over the water. Amarante, we love you. But we’re moving on, there’s more of Portugal to see. 

São Gonçalo Bridge In Amarante, Portugal
Evening in Amarante
Amarante cathedral
Evening in Amarante
São Gonçalo Bridge In Amarante, Portugal
Evening in Amarante

An hour or so north of Amarante is the final call of this part of our tour, the elegant and historical city of Braga. Despite its sprawling outer reaches, almost everything there is to see in Braga – and there’s plenty – is confined to the compact old town. There is, for a start, the country’s oldest cathedral with its magnificent interior, where on our first walk we are denied entry because a significant event, the inauguration of a new bishop, is underway. First day in a new job for a bishop. He probably doesn’t need gawping tourists today, so our exclusion is more than reasonable. Good luck in the new job, bish.

Braga Cathedral, Portugal
Braga cathedral
Braga Cathedral, Portugal
Braga cathedral

The old town is yet again full of wonderful and majestic old buildings, baroque churches, tiled palaces and even a delightful archway, the remains of a city gate. But as well as the sumptuous architecture, Braga is probably the most colourful and beautifully tended garden city we’ve ever seen: the wide avenidas displaying huge beds of colour, every section of land and every spare corner ablaze with bloom. Pride of place in this haven of hues probably goes to Avenida Liberdade and Jardim Santa Barbara, both adding real joy to this already attractive city. Braga must have a substantial gardening budget.

Beautiful gardens in Braga, Portugal
Colourful Braga
Beautiful gardens in Braga, Portugal
Colourful Braga
Beautiful gardens in Braga, Portugal
Gardens of Braga
Beautiful gardens in Braga, Portugal
Colourful Braga

Yet away from the indisputably lovely centre, the main attraction of Braga is a bus ride out of town, the famed Bom Jesus do Monte, destination for inquisitive tourists and devout pilgrims alike. The much photographed approach up the many hundreds of steps is punctuated not by playful fountains as it was in Lamego, but by unashamedly brutal representations of the tortured journey of Jesus towards his crucifixion at Golgotha. 

Bom Jesus do Monte In Braga, Portugal
Bom Jesus
Bom Jesus do Monte In Braga, Portugal
Bom Jesus

Of course there is a depiction of the last supper, but here on the ascent to Bom Jesus, the supper is no more than the opening lines of a brutal story. Beaten, spat upon, wearing a crown of thorns, forced to carry the heavy cross which will see his demise, nails being hammered through the hands, Jesus’ last voyage is told here in graphic detail, culminating in his removal from the crucifix, bleeding and seemingly defeated. Whatever your beliefs or otherwise, these are amongst the most graphic representations possible of this part of that story.

Yet, ahead, there is joy. Reaching the top, the gardens around Bom Jesus are even more sumptuous than those in town, impeccably manicured and irresistibly pleasing on the eye. Inside the shrine itself, a spectacular and unusual altar, fabricated in 3D on the rear wall, once again graphically depicts the crucifixion. Little wonder Bom Jesus is a pilgrimage destination, this place is positively stirring, even to non religious types like us.

Bom Jesus do Monte In Braga, Portugal
Bom Jesus
Bom Jesus do Monte In Braga, Portugal
Bom Jesus

Having climbed the substantial approach on foot, we descend via the funicular railway, built in 1886 and seemingly the oldest funicular in the world which is driven by water balancing. In other words, the carriage at the top has its tank underbelly filled with water, making it heavier than the car at the bottom. Release the brake on the top car, and the heavier of the two cars descends, pulling the lighter carriage up from the other end. Once at the bottom, the tank is emptied while the car now at the top is filled, thus reversing the balance, and the whole process is repeated. Ingenious, huh.

Funicular at Bom Jesus do Monte In Braga, Portugal
Funicular railway, Bom Jesus

Several people had told us that, whilst not matching the charm of rural towns, Braga is the most beautiful of Portugal’s larger cities. We have seen no reason to argue with that sentiment: the architectural beauty of its buildings is magnificently enhanced by those floral displays, with great results.

Braga, Portugal
Braga
Braga, Portugal
Braga
Braga
Gardens in Braga, Portugal
Colourful blooms of Braga

There is no question that our tour of these northern towns of Portugal has been totally rewarding, each one has been a success individually, the cumulative effect absolutely stimulating. Next we head south, beginning in earnest our journey towards the Mediterranean. There’s a train to catch tomorrow….time, once again, to move on.

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