I arrived on Thursday in the early afternoon and set out to do one of my favourite things: wander around aimlessly, see where I end up. The call of my stomach being quite strong, I stopped at this place called Cister for lunch.
|There was a football game on one TV screen, a telenovela on another. Welcome to Portugal! :D|
|I particularly liked the cupolas with the spikes.|
Shops were open until late at night and there were concerts and special offers all over the city. Lisbon was buzzing with activity and excitement and there were beautiful people everywhere.
|Some elegant gentleman took a picture of me while I was sketching this|
They were Portuguese descendants and were on their first trip to explore their ancestor's original country. They were very curious about how you said things in Portuguese and I was happy to teach them a little.
I was bemused that one of their surnames was Da Silva, my mother's maiden name. I like the idea that if we were to dig far enough in the past, we would discover that we are related. The world is so small after all.
|They loved my sketch and even paid for my dinner|
|I love to stumble upon one of these cute yellow fellows|