#25 - Lisboa
Black and white tiles, spiraling on the wavy grounds, leading up the old structures where they transform into the blue, flowered façades, twinkling in the sunlight above the quiet sea. The crowds gathering in the Praça do Comércio, the people glancing up at the Coluna de D. Pedro IV, trying to decide if it is really Pedro (or is it Maximilian), or those who walk the same streets everyday, the beauty of the mosaics never failing to dazzle them - are all sprinkled in the town's magic charm. Where the sun’s rays fall upon the hills and rooftops, on the classic yellow trams whizzing through the narrow roads. The sweet scent of the pastel de nata fills the air, warm and ready to be served to whoever passes by, the smell of raw sardines or grilled octopus being prepared in the kitchens of long alleys. When the sun goes down, we hear the sentimental tunes of fado, as we sit in the candlelit tavern, listening to the sounds of strings and voice combined, flowing into the...