Lisboa, bom dia (or Heart with no coat)

Lisboa, bom dia (or Heart with no coat)

Some wind was blowing, Fernando. Those frequent april rains have piped down for an instance and your city smelled of dusk and ocean’s vestibule. It is easy to get lost in Alfama. In crowd by day, through winding streets, flowers, restaurants. In secrets, by evening. You start following the sound of tram and wander off […]