Dreaming of Sintra
This photograph was taken of Pena's Palace in Sintra Portugal. I took this photograph while on vacation on September 2, 2003. Sintra is usually crowded with people, but on this day, it seemed like it was just my wife and I.
The fairy-tale setting of Sintra is one of the oldest places in Portugal occupied by the Romans until 5 AD. The town's landscape is lush with surrounding green forests, exotic flowers and elaborate palaces built centuries ago as summer retreats for the royal family. When the Christian Crusaders captured it in 1147, they fought bitterly against the Moors firmly entrenched in their imposing castle, the ruins of which remain today.
ONE cannot enter Sintra without temporarily losing one's mind. Is it real or some strange trickery wrought by ancient alchemy?
A magical confabulation of Roman relics, Moorish ruins, medieval cloisters, royal palaces, old forests and cobblestones, Sintra clings perilously to the craggy mountains of the moon above Cabo da Roca, where the most westerly tip of Europe leaps into the Atlantic.
A fantasyland at the end of the world, it has lured various war-faring tribes and armies of conquest ever since anyone can remember. It is even said that there are dinosaur footprints on the slopes of a cliff near Praia Grande.
Mostly though, Sintra has been a playground for Portuguese royalty and the romantically inclined, who have found in its precipitous triangulation of stone, sea and sky the raw materials from which to construct their own fabulous visions.
Try to imagine the people entering or leaving thru this door over the past few hundred years. Kings, Queens, visiting Heads of State from other contries.
If this door can only talk....

Dreaming of Sintra
This photograph was taken of Pena's Palace in Sintra Portugal. I took this photograph while on vacation on September 2, 2003. Sintra is usually crowded with people, but on this day, it seemed like it was just my wife and I.
The fairy-tale setting of Sintra is one of the oldest places in Portugal occupied by the Romans until 5 AD. The town's landscape is lush with surrounding green forests, exotic flowers and elaborate palaces built centuries ago as summer retreats for the royal family. When the Christian Crusaders captured it in 1147, they fought bitterly against the Moors firmly entrenched in their imposing castle, the ruins of which remain today.
ONE cannot enter Sintra without temporarily losing one's mind. Is it real or some strange trickery wrought by ancient alchemy?
A magical confabulation of Roman relics, Moorish ruins, medieval cloisters, royal palaces, old forests and cobblestones, Sintra clings perilously to the craggy mountains of the moon above Cabo da Roca, where the most westerly tip of Europe leaps into the Atlantic.
A fantasyland at the end of the world, it has lured various war-faring tribes and armies of conquest ever since anyone can remember. It is even said that there are dinosaur footprints on the slopes of a cliff near Praia Grande.
Mostly though, Sintra has been a playground for Portuguese royalty and the romantically inclined, who have found in its precipitous triangulation of stone, sea and sky the raw materials from which to construct their own fabulous visions.
Try to imagine the people entering or leaving thru this door over the past few hundred years. Kings, Queens, visiting Heads of State from other contries.
If this door can only talk....