The Royal Church of San Francisco is a must, not only for the living but for the dead. Yes, you read well. Within its arches there is a warning at the entrance to the chapel of bones, "we bones that lay here for yours we hope." A message that wants above all to remind everyone who enters this monument of penitential architecture constructed by the monks, studded with bones only lit by rays of diaphanous light, that life is transient and ephemeral. A legacy that is not appropriate for the squeamish, but we do think about life after death and what we make of it until that last breath. A bit macabre, I know. Thoughts are difficult to remove in such dreary place. If my tour seems a bit dark, we walked towards the light and take a leap in history, Giraldo square which owes its name to a Christian nobleman named Geraldo Geraldes, The Fearless, who conquered at the request Afonso Henriques, the first king of Portugal, the city of Évora, almost in silent and in a very sneaky way the city from the Moors. His courage was rewarded with the keys of the citadel. This site was the scene of great historical moments, and is still one of the most important meeting points of the town, until today is the favorite place for city dwellers, their artistic and cultural movements.
Impressive is the Cathedral of Évora. At the main entrance of this house of worship is the mark of the passage of the Romanesque to the Gothic and although it seems strange in its curvature, when we entered we came across another world and the various artistic influences together in one place. It's hard to describe. It is a hybrid temple, but worth a delay look. And fortunately, hunger presses. This is the part of the country where we can enjoy the juiciest nectar of the gods, the richest examples of the national cuisine, the most aromatic cheeses and the best desserts in the world, in Évora. I bet it will bewitch you in a very short time. Like me. The rebel citadel, filled with mysteries and stories to tell. The Alentejo is so beautiful!
