fragments meeting or Lisbon on a day of sun is almost blinding. Shines a white light which is the reflection of the houses and clothes hung out to dry. The city lies along the river dark and shiny as the day of an animal, a cat curled up.
walk around the city with Agathe, sidewalks like those of Rio de Janeiro remind me my childhood. We visit the Chiado, the statue of Pessoa that he sits drinking the pit, the strong coffee, in front of Brasileira. They told me that Once the bar was a sign to warn the Portuguese who first drank the bitter brew came from the Americas, said: "Bebes com isto Açucar" which the acronym BICA
Let's Academy fine arts and we're still looking for a bathroom in the corridors of white stone of this former convent built round a courtyard decorated with plants and hallucinogenic cactus. The table costs 1 euro and 20 cents, a handful of rice and a thin, long fish rolled up, a fish that bites its own tail ...
go down low in the district, the Baixa, no wonder its order, the geometry of the Enlightenment, the tall buildings decorated with tiles greens and blues that reflect the color of river. For the will of the Marques de Pombal, the Baixa was rebuilt after the earthquake of 1755, according to the aesthetic of the time, is a grid of streets that cross at right angles and colored buildings of the river, we've nicknamed the Baixa water. Has nothing to do much with the other districts of Lisbon, without stifling of streets and alleys dirty.
arrival one morning wandering up to the Cais do Sodre and sit down to drink a haystack near a couple arguing, look at the River. Shortly after I enter a market for fish, vegetables and tropical fruits. Fish in wicker baskets and children and women with dark skin. Lisbon is built
on seven hills like Rome, but I'm pretty mountains, especially when it touches you back at four in the morning drunk. On a day come down and go up a thousand times, the calves grow and reduce the flab on your thighs.
There are many, perhaps too many possible points of view for a single person.
Sali and watch the city from above, get down and get immersed in the chaos of the city, take a boat and go across the river, the Tagus, a river wide and blue, which divides the city into two. On one side the center, the other a huge stone that Christ welcomes you with open arms and stands on a huge dormitory suburbs.
abandoned factories along the river fishermen and loners.
The town of Belem is a separate chapter , there is a park, a monastery, a tower, a monument to the Portuguese descobridores a pasteleria which traditionally is the only one to make the real "pastel de Belem ", those born with. We arrived in power, yet never really up on this tram from another time, not fast, it is impractical and is not comfortable, barely get through the streets. The driving with one hand on a long lever and dipped in a package of peanuts or chestnuts. You can not sit anywhere because some places are reserved for the disabled, old and pregnant women. But you can hang the door and leave you hanging swing, do not pay the ticket and the view is better.
