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Weekly photo challenge: Street Life – Lisbon

Lisbon, Portugal was built in a hilly area on the banks of the Tagus River. It’s a wonderfully cosmopolitan city, vibrant, full of contrasts.

Lisbon street life is renowned for its vibrancy – I much prefer wondering the streets of Lisbon absorbing the vibe rather than spend the day visiting museums.

This street, in the Príncipe Real area of Lisbon, is so incredibly steep. My phone camera does not do justice to its steepness. There are many such steep roads, roller-coastering through the city. Look up into the distance and try to see it.

Rua de São Marçal, Lisbon
Rua de São Marçal, Lisbon

Another feature of Lisbon I enjoy are the cafes. They are all over the place. Coffee and pastries are delicious. Lunch times bustle with office workers having a bite to eat. We stopped at the sidewalk cafe in the photo below, in Rua Augusta, just off the Rossio in the centre of Lisbon.

Sidewalk cafe, Rua Augusta, Lisbon
Sidewalk cafe, Rua Augusta, Lisbon

Lisbon in summer is a magical place to visit. There are festivals, music in the streets, and it’s hot. There’s movement and flow and a constant buzz. Just walking from street corner to street corner uncovers a panoramic vista of the Castelo de São Jorge, or a view down to the Tagus River, or…a band playing jazz. This is what we found in the Chiado, a very popular shopping district. In 1988 the Chiado area was burned to the ground. I remember walking through the burned out buildings a year after the fire, before the renovations started. It took 10 years to renovate the area. No visit to Lisbon is complete without a visit to this area.

Jazz musicians at the Chiado, Lisbon
Jazz musicians at the Chiado, Lisbon

Bittersweet and lightning fast

Cafe Nicola at the Rossio and restaurants waiting for lunch patrons
Cafe Nicola at the Rossio and restaurants waiting for lunch patrons

In 2008 I decided not to return to Portugal ever again. In that year we came on a lightning (goodbye) visit to my Mom-in-law, with the knowledge that it would probably be the last time we’d be seeing her. As it turned out it was also the last time I saw my Gran and my Uncle. My Gran and Mom-in-law passed away that year, and my Uncle passed away last week. So here I am again, on another bittersweet and lightning (sorry guys, I’m not able to see you this time around) visit.

Lisbon is awash with tourists, foreign languages heard everywhere. I’ve watched with amazement huge tourist busses squeeze their way through the narrow streets of the old parts of the city. Despite the economic and political crises there is an interesting vibe about this historical city – something funky, cosmopolitan (off-course :-)) and young. The fact that it’s summer probably has a lot to do with it.

In spite of the reason for my visit, I’m enjoying the coffee – it’s sublime – I’ve yet to find a bad cup of coffee. Every second shop is a coffee shop, the ubiquitous “pasteis de nata”, “rissois de camarão” and “pasteis de bacalhau” a must-have companion.

It’s scorching hot, 38 degrees on most days. Clothes stick to the body which have to be peeled off. It’s almost 10pm and it’s still light, and hot. Fires have started, already decimating acres of forest land. Just walking on the street guarantees sunburn. Walking into an airconditioned shop is marvelous and finding an airconditioned taxi is heaven!

One cannot understimate the state of mind that such visits bring along with them. The future will in all likelihood include visits to Portugal once again, longer ones, and I’m counting on happier ones.

Never say never again, isn’t that what it’s all about?