The electric book of Lisbon Lisbon is stairs up and down and pastelarias and stoned pavements and lines on them, and hills here and there and coloured façades. Lisbon is new because it’s old. Or vice versa. Lisbon is circular like Pombal, but overall parallel. Lisbon is itself the same it is Paris and Berlin and London. In some manner. Lisbon wants to be Fernando Pessoa. But it is not. Lisbon is Greenwich meridian time, and Bairro Alto and Alfama. Or not. Lisbon sounds to fado at the rythm of bip-bop. Lisbon is yellow, it was always yellow, and not red or blue. If I would know well Lisbon I would say all that. Lisbon is coffee from Brasil and cigarettes. And many more things, like chestnuts in the winter time. If you’re lost in this world, go to Praça do Comèrcio and you’ll find yourself any sunny day. Lisbon isn’t either Alvaro do Campos. All these are happy words. But a city is only measured by the taste of the beer in one of its bars. Not any one. Coffee is for aficionados of
Nice! Went to Portugal for my birthday last year. Fell in love with the country instantly.
Well, it definitely depends whether you’re in love with cod also