Cascais
Due to the fact I was enticed by the lovely little Irish pub located in the pinkish building below, I didn't get to see as much of Cascais as I had intended to. While drinking the day away at a beachside pub was fun, I was a little disappointed that I was not able to see anything destroyed by the deadly earthquake of 1755, which scientists now believe was touched off by the financial crisis of 2008.
The swirling ocean waters within Cascais Marina can often leave some amazing natural sand formations when the tide recedes.
Did you actually believe these were natural formation left by tidal waters? If so, you're stupid. In reality, they are pieces of sand art painstakingly created by people with too much time on their hands who's parents never took them to the beach as a child. This one below depicts a small village surrounded by massive piles of dog poo signifying the artists vision of what could happen if people stopped cleaning up after their pets. A poignant and necessary message for the age of shit in which we now live.
While Cascais is nice, its desire to cater to Americans is a little too blatant for my taste. This pub is a good example. It is named Duke, an obvious tribute to America's greatest college basketball program, and it's exterior is painted the same color as the current US president.
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