Continued from here.
Following the band-bus ride, Nick and I slept like babies. We awoke on Saturday morning to near-freezing temperatures, and gray skies. I thought we left Paris? No matter, It was time for more coffee and custard tarts.
Founded in 1829, the Confeitaria Nacional is special not only for its vintage décor, but for the fact that they roast their own coffee. It was ever so slightly more expensive than the other pastry shops we visited – coffee was 70 cents and our four-pastry breakfast with two coffees cost a little over five euros – but the quality was evident. If I were to continue the rankings, I’d say these were the second-best pastéis de nata we ate, after Pastéis de Belém.
Nicely browned, flaky crust, creamy custard, and the cute, for-some-reason-makes-me-think-of-old-pharmacies surroundings made these tarts almost worth the extra 10 cents.
After breakfast we wanted to catch the famous tram 28 up the hill to the moorish Alfama district and the Castelo de São Jorge (st. George’s castle). But when we finally found the right tram stop, it was already populated by more than a tram’s worth of tourists. We waited a few minutes, then set off on foot, figuring that the uphill walk would warm us up as well as work off our breakfast. It didn’t take too long before we arrived at the Sé Cathedral.