Sintra is indeed a fairy tale town and not to be missed. We wandered into an art gallery and were immediately struck, not by the art on the wall, but the view out the window, of red-tiled roofs stretching into the distance, and the Royal Palace squarely in our line of sight. Breakfast was custard tarts, sausage buns and bottled chocolate milk from a local pastry on the town square.
Our next stop was Obidos, with its white walls surrounding an ancient castle, but lunch at the Alcaide restaurant in town was average. My bacalhau fritter put me over my bacalhau limit for at least three days.
After Obidos we stayed overnight at Batalha, visited the giant monastery there, and then on to Coimbra.