Frank Sintra....

Well, it's the only way I can remember the name of the wee town we visited today. Sintra is the home of the National Palace. It was a nice we sleepy village many moons ago until the royals moved in then it's been down hill ever since. Now with one road in and one out its traffic mayhem and a nightmare to walk through the tiny wee narrow streets. But nice palace though. I'm totally amazed as to how blue the skies are here, just not used to it guess.