Our daughter wanted to look in stores so she and I walked back the way we had come over the bridge, while John and our son took the subway back. I got mixed stories about how lost they got but they came out of a subway entrance other than the one opposite the trolley stop and had trouble finding the trolley stop. We are beginning to feel confident with the trolley system and so able to get around easily from our apartment. I'm slowly suggesting to our son that he pay more attention, and he likes figuring out public transportation systems.
In the evening we had dinner in our apartment, then went up a funicular (somewhat like the cable cars in San Francisco, but with two cars connected by a cable) to the top of a hill overlooking the city. At the top of the hill there was a smaller version of the Eiffel tower that you could go up for the best view. To take the elevator I had to say John was handicapped—I think the kids felt that. John said it was fine for me to play the handicapped card, he wouldn’t have been able to walk the stairs. It was a wonderful view; the picture below shows the bridge we walked over in the morning.

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T.Brahe was such a cantankerous fellow with such colorful historical legends attached to him, that I'm sure it was an interesting visit.
Coming home is almost as exciting as leaving for a trip. I hope it's all be enjoyable and that home (the Cape) feels good.
Peace
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