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The imposing gothic towers of Canterbury Cathedral rise above the lovely town

Stunning stained glass windows

Somewhat more contemporary windows

Our first stop outside the capital was a two-night stay in Canterbury, an easy one-hour train ride from London’s St. Pancras station. This ambitious stay also included a day trip to Dover to hike along its famous White Cliffs.

Canterbury is a lovely town that is packed with English history. Its soaring cathedral is the spiritual center of the Anglican Church. Its walls have witnessed 1,400 years of tumult, including the infamous murder of Archbishop Thomas Becket in 1170. Becket’s grave then drew centuries of pilgrims until Henry VIII’s war on Catholicism led to its destruction.

This is also the setting for Geoffrey Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales, perhaps the first masterpiece of modern English literature. Characters and themes from these stories appear in shop and restaurant names everywhere in this picturesque town.

As the most popular tourist spot in Southeastern England, Canterbury is bustling with energy, yet you are always just steps from calming riverside parks. The Great Stour is a river that breaks into a couple little branches in town on its way to the North Sea. They feel more like creeks, lined with pretty parks and colorful gardens.

The glorious nave of today’s cathedral hails from the 14th century

Jim tours the choir

Henry IV is the only monarch buried in Canterbury Cathedral, along with Queen Joan. He tried hard to associate himself with the holiness of Thomas Becket to legitimize himself after usurping the throne from Richard II.

Also resting here is Edward the Black Prince. A model of chivalry, he was supposed to succeed his father Edward III, but his untimely death left the throne instead to his unworthy and tyrannical 10-year old son Richard II.

The River Stour just below the medieval gateway to the city

Exploring the beautiful riverside parks

A heavenly dinner at a tapas place

Another quick hop on the train took us 30 minutes to Dover, the gateway to the European mainland, just 20 miles across the English Channel from Calais, France. As such, the place is loaded up with fortifications, going back to Roman times. Towering over the town and the huge port is the massive medieval Dover Castle, considered by some to be England’s largest castle.

After spending part of the morning touring the castle we grabbed a quick lunch and set off to explore the White Cliffs that stretch for miles from the bustling harbor. The weather bounced around from warm and lovely to cold and rainy, adding its own drama to the singular beauty of the place.

We packed an awful lot into this two-night stop. From here we’ll head pretty much straight north through Eastern England, making stops in Cambridge, Lincoln, and York, before heading into Scotland. Let’s hope our stay in Cambridge is a tad more relaxing than this one!

Exploring Dover Castle, high above the town

Looking out from the castle, across the English Channel to France

No matter how gloomy the weather would get, you could always spot Jim pretty easily

The Anglo-Saxon church of St. Mary in Castro built around 1000 AD. To its right is a Roman lighthouse, dating to 130 AD, considered the oldest standing building in England. At some point it was converted into a bell tower for the church.

An elaborate old lock on the church door

Hiking from the harbor onto the White Cliffs

Views of the gorgeous cliffs

The spectacular landscape

The landscape atop the cliffs

Me taking a break atop the cliffs

The weather didn’t always entirely cooperate

Exhausted from a long day of travel, touring, and hiking, we had 45 minutes to kill before our train back to Canterbury. We were looking for a place to get some water, but then spied this table at a wine bar just as the sun was coming back out. So we sat down for our water — and a nice refreshing rosé.

Back in Canterbury, a fun (if misleading) sign

The spectacular coastline just a short walk out of Lagos

After the wedding we did a 3-1/2 hour drive down to the Algarve, the region of Portugal that runs along the Southern Atlantic coast. The Algarve is Portugal’s beach playground, with a series of resort towns, of all different characters, dotting the whole coast.

We chose the town of Lagos, close to the western edge of the Algarve. Lagos (the “s” at the end is pronounced like “sh.”) is known as something of a bustling British summer vacation enclave. Because we are here pre-season, we will not enjoy a proper beach experience, but then we will miss out on the partying Brit crowds as well. A reasonable trade-off.

The highlight of the area is a coastline just outside the town that is lined with gorgeous coves and rock formations. A wonderful hiking route leads you to viewpoint after stunning viewpoint. And it was nice to enjoy these trails without the crowds that must be coming as the weather warms up. Jim went a step further, spending a fair amount of time on one of the beaches and enjoying a swim way too frigid for my taste.

This was a nice, low-key stop for a few days, especially after the fun chaos of the wedding. The weather was intermittent, but offered a good dose of sunshine for exploring this stunning coastline.

We love flaming chorizo!

After that wonderful lunch of tapas and flaming chorizo, a rainstorm suddenly came out of nowhere. You can’t tell from this picture that it’s pouring rain behind me, forcing us to stay and have a glass of wine to wait it out.

More Algarve coastline

Our hotel, just inside the old city walls, offered a lovely pool and huge internal gardens, where they grow lots of fresh ingredients for the restaurant

A church in a pretty town square

Jim does a selfie on the hiking trail

In Indian restaurants they think it’s weird when we don’t order rice or bread. But the pretty colors make up for what’s missing in texture.

Elegant homefronts in this low-rise town

Loving the gorgeous hiking

One night at dinner we overheard people at another table talking about “the wedding.” Later someone mentioned “Accenture,” the company where Hajir works. So we had to ask, and indeed we enjoyed meeting Neha and Payton, whom we hadn’t manage to meet at the wedding itself.

Jim takes a “refreshing” swim

One more look at this coastline

The University of Coimbra under moody lighting from our hotel rooftop

Skinny atmospheric streets

From the Douro Valley we need to get to Portugal’s other major wine region, Alentejo, for Margaret and Hajir’s wedding. But we decided to break that trip up with a two-night stop in the lovely college town of Coimbra.

Coimbra served as the capital of Portugal from 1131 to 1255, soon after the Moors were driven out. Today the University of Coimbra dominates the top of this steep riverside city. It’s Portugal’s most prestigious university — and one of the world’s oldest. It was founded in Lisbon by King Dinis in 1290, moved around several times, and finally established permanently in Coimbra in 1537.

We enjoyed touring the beautiful campus, part of which occupies the royal palace of the earliest kings of Portugal. From our hotel next to the campus, it was a steep climb down to the lower city to find restaurants and other sites, including the Santa Cruz monastery, where Portugal’s first two kings are buried. It made for a most pleasant stopover between wine regions.

A reception room in the royal palace that is now part of the university

This elaborate 2,000 pipe organ was intended for a much larger church, but ended up dominating the university’s Saint Michael’s Chapel

Restoration workers in Saint Michael’s Chapel looked like beauty stylists give the Virgin of the Immaculate Conception a makeover

The Great Hall of Acts was once the throne room of the palace and now serves as the venue for important university events. The upper walls are lined with portraits of the kings of Portugal. They should not be confused with the guy standing on a balcony. That is just Jim.

University founder King Dinis was exhumed and subjected to lots of high tech research to create this incredibly accurate and lifelike representation

Climbing down the steep and narrow paths to the lower city

The main square in the lower city was suddenly packed with gazillions of loud school kids

The square on a calmer evening

The monastery of Santa Cruz is the resting place for the first two kings of Portugal

A lovely lunch in a friendly tapas restaurant with just five tables

Diners in Coimbra are sometimes serenaded by students in black capes. That never happened to us, so I had to pose with the pretend singers.

We walked past an “American” restaurant. I guess that means they have hamburgers.

And I made Jim pose with a pre-hamburger

The evening view of the river from our hotel rooftop

Part way down the hill toward dinner we found this beautiful cocktail bar with sweeping views of the river. But why did they seat us here?