The lost weeks of Lisbon
Three weeks have somehow passed since I arrived in Lisbon; time which I can only assume simply evaporated in the indescribable light that illuminates this city.
I’ve not forgotten. There was work, room-hunting, drinking moonshine cherry schnapps from the old lady selling it out of her window, wandering the streets, riding its ferries and buses, adventures with new friends, gasping in the cold Atlantic waters and an octupus that set off a charming little allergic reaction.
But at this point, trying to describe everything that happened would like trying to walk past a Portuguese bakery.
I’ve instead chosen 17 photos, each a little story of its own.
And with only two weeks left in Portugal, I’m out the door to find some more. Adeus for now!
Disembarking from the Trenhotel sleeper train at Lisbon Oriente Station.
An unseasonal outlook over the medieval maze of Alfama.
Moorish geometric tiling, different on almost every building.
King Jose I watches over Praca do Comercio; Lisbon’s grand, gorgeous waterfront square.
Everything you could want, as long as that is canned eel. Fabrica das Enguias, Baixa district.
Sun-kissed evenings in Cacilhas’ abandoned warehouse district, on the far side of the Tagus River
The Monument to the Discoveries — marking the departure point of Portugal’s renowned seafarers.
Rising above Alfama is the Panteao Nacional, the final resting place of many prominent Portuguese.
Less famous than the pasteis de nata, but no less tasty. Queijadas de Sintra — tiny, eggy, cinnamon cheesecake pastries
Sintra’s Palacio Nacional da Pena (The Feather Palace), a flight of Romanticism fancy commissioned by King Ferdinand II to rival Bavaria’s Schloss Neuschwanstein castle.
The bedroom of Queen Amelia; neo-Moorish decor, canopied 17th-Century bed.
An Arabic suprise in the Queen’s Fern Valley, Pena Park, Sintra.
Chorizo, black budding, farinheira smoked sausages — staples of the meat-heavy Portuguese diet.
The Elevador de Santa Justa; a 1902 public elevator linking Baixa and the hilltop at Igreja do Carmo church.
Decorations go up as the Alfama district prepares for festivities in honour of Santo Antonio.
Light, crisp Portuguese vinho verde — ‘green wine’ — goes down very easily at a picnic in the sun.
Lisbon laid out before the Miradouro da Senhora do Monte lookout point.