After servicing the Hymer, we roll out of Guimarรฃes relatively early, the GPS set for Amarante. We take the freeway to save some time and to hopefully arrive early enough to secure a parking spot. Amarante makes the Lonely Planet โHighlights of the Douroโ and being Saturday, I imagine it will be busy.
Somehow our GPS decides we should drive across the Ponte de Sรฃo Gonรงalo with half the town of Amarante walking across it.
Amarante, Norte, Portugal
Map of Amarante, the icon on our parking spot
We find a supermarket for a quick shop, then on continue on to the parking spot adjacent the Rio Tรขmega. The traffic is chaos, as itโs market day.
It takes some 20 minutes to travel 500m as drivers argue and fight over parking spots. We feel we have no chance, but we turn down just past the market to a lovely shaded car-park big enough for perhaps 20 cars and to our surprise itโs empty. Apparently the Portuguese donโt like walking up 20m to the market. We pick the plum spot, have a coffee before walking up into town.
Nice spot, this photo was taken later when we were joined by a few other motorhomes, shade and a water view.
We thought this statue was interesting purely on the fact it is not one of the Alfonzos.
Another view of the Ponte de Sรฃo Gonรงalo, circa 1790.
Pam enjoys Portugal.
Looking along the Rio Tรขmega to the east.
Then to the west, a luxury hotel beyond.
Amaranteโs Igreja de Sรขn Gonรงalo, circa 1543. Famous for itโs Italian renaissance portal.
You can zoom in and read about the church here.
We discover the crowd out the front is waiting for the Bride and Groom to make an appearance.Playing with portrait mode on the iPhone as we have a drink overlooking the Rio Tรขmega.
So thatโs it weโve done Amarante. We both agree its a buzzy town with lots of character. I chat to our French neighbour and cook salmon for dinner. Pam is back into the Mateus once again, telling me it tastes better in Portugal than at home.
Michael and Pam
Late Final Bonus Photo: I notice one of our neighbours unhooking this from his motorhome. He tell me he completes in downhill racing each weekend of summer all over Portugal. He is about 70 and proudly tells me he won last weekend with a clocked speed of 90 kms per hours. He tells me the car must be home made. Obviously he is married.