Nowadays, Lisbon is a modern, busy city with a major parking problem. My advice is not to spend your days in the city, although the old part certainly has its beautiful buildings, cosy restaurants and fado bars. We prefer to take you to the nearby Estoril coast from where you have direct access to everything that is left of OHMSS.
Estoril can hardly be called a town. A posh resort is the result of one man’s dream: Fausto Figueirdo envisioned thousands of people strolling through marble corridors and down mosaic sidewalks to the ocean and if it wasn’t for the determination of this man, Estoril would still be scrub, pines and sandy hills. In 1930, his dreams had finally been materialized, with the building of the Hotel Palácio and the Estoril Casino. Fortunately for Figueirdo, kings, queens, princes and princesses soon found their way to Estoril’s luxury and gave the area the name Costa dos Reis, or Coast of Kings. After WWII the whole Estoril-Cascais-Sintra triangle became a haven for more ex-kings, ex-queens, dukes, duchesses, counts and countesses than any other part of the world, since Portugal was neutral and Europe was being devastated. France, Bulgaria, Spain, Hungary, Italy, Albania, Romania and on and on have refugees living in splendour, who were royal but are refugees now because of politics at home today. Contessa Teresa di Vincenzo would feel perfectly at home here