Ah, Lisbon ... probably the farthest point of Europe that I have visited.
For 20 centuries his old and cracked face carved from azulejo has been looking at the vast expanse of the Atlantic and inhaling salty winds.
But time passes and over the old painted tiles modern city outlines new patterns of inscriptions, people and unknown creatures that are born in the cells of the huge organism.
People of Lisbon sometimes as painted as the walls of the city can shamelessly offer you something to smoke already at 10 am (there was nothing like that even in Amsterdam).
It is felt that the whole of Europe somewhere there and they're somewhere here in a multi-colored world of red roofs.
Have a good day, MarrySav!)
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