The city was actively engaged in preparations for the big festival on June 12th. We could feel it in the air, in the streets and in the shops and restaurants.
Directly downstairs of our accommodations is a lovely little restaurant called Zenith. We went there out of convenience the first night we were in town.
The next morning we were going back but we got there right at 1100 and the place was mobbed, with a line out the door.
We took a leisurely afternoon and explored the immediate area around our apartment. The cobblestones are something else. I saw people slipping and catching themselves everywhere, so it isn’t just me and my propensity to fall on my face! Continue reading “Jet lag and living in Lisboa”
We made it through Passport Control and the airport. If you have nothing to declare, you can stroll right on out. It is an option to declare whatever, or just exit.
So as much as I can hardly believe it, we are on a plane to London Gatwick to pickup a flight from there to Lisbon, Portugal. It seems like a dream.