While we were walking around Sintra, we saw a sign for the Toy Museum. We figured, why not? We paid our Euros and started walking around on the first floor.
An elderly gentleman wheeled up to us in his chair and started speaking in Portugese, then realizing we were clueless, switched to English. It turns out, all of the toys on exhibit were his. He said that his grandfather used to give him and his brother toys all the time--it didn't matter if they were good or bad. This continued even after his parents "kidnapped" him and sent him and his brother to boarding school in England.
It was an impressive collection.
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