Tag: doors
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Lisbon day 5: Let’s Go to Alfama
Apoorva said the streets of Alfama reminded him of Ajmer back in the day. I could see this, the curling narrow roads akin to gullies, windows that face each other making room for glances or chats, blinking cats that seemed to be in a languid trance, and Tram 28 meandering through like a boa who…
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Lisbon day 1 and 2: the food and Sintra
I have left my heart in Lisbon. I truly have. Every corner there was sheer poetry. When we left for Portugal my heart was broken, shattered to many tiny jagged bits, and I felt disappointed, with life, and with myself for having put my body and soul through the wringer again. Lisbon stitched the frayed…