In which we discover a castle
I arrived in Lisbon towards the end of March, when it was still half winter,
and set out to explore the city. Lisbon is built on hills—correction: Lisbon IS hills. Residents plan their routes not on direct point-to-point, but following the contours around, or taking one of the little trolleys up the cliff face.
(“The director listened with half an ear, busy framing with gloved hands an olive tree that looked like the play-thing of a petulant elephant.”)
and eventually end up in the Alfama district,
(“where the buildings at our feet grew smaller, their right angles grew skewed, and the streets, to all appearances, disappeared completely.”)
And there they find…
Next week: a trip to the Moorish Castle