, by fado! Through your eyes I see a Lisbon that is a fascinating new unrievse, not the distressed cale7ada of those that run it everyday on their daily routines and chores, too busy to notice and re-appreciate what they already know and seen thousands of times.I’ve revisited Lisboa virtually through your site and I too could smell the air pregnant with coffee and toasted bread and fresh baked pasteis de nata in the rua Augusta on an early morning. Or hear the loud traffic while crossing Rossio, always busy with thousands of people in a hurry to get in or out of town, and then around the corner the smell of just roasted marroni wrapped in yellow pages cones. And when the night falls to walk the unwalkable Bairro Alto and finish the night hearing singing Fado and thinking again how did it all started, what was real, what was imagined.Ahhhhh, how I miss Lisboa! Thank you so much for this trip to Lisbon, for your accuracy, for details that are forgotten or not seen at all, for reviving it and bringing to people in other places, with other cultures. Your Lisbon is my Lisbon.Huge hugxxxMarpessa
, by fado! Through your eyes I see a Lisbon that is a fascinating new unrievse, not the distressed cale7ada of those that run it everyday on their daily routines and chores, too busy to notice and re-appreciate what they already know and seen thousands of times.I’ve revisited Lisboa virtually through your site and I too could smell the air pregnant with coffee and toasted bread and fresh baked pasteis de nata in the rua Augusta on an early morning. Or hear the loud traffic while crossing Rossio, always busy with thousands of people in a hurry to get in or out of town, and then around the corner the smell of just roasted marroni wrapped in yellow pages cones. And when the night falls to walk the unwalkable Bairro Alto and finish the night hearing singing Fado and thinking again how did it all started, what was real, what was imagined.Ahhhhh, how I miss Lisboa! Thank you so much for this trip to Lisbon, for your accuracy, for details that are forgotten or not seen at all, for reviving it and bringing to people in other places, with other cultures. Your Lisbon is my Lisbon.Huge hugxxxMarpessa