This summer I have enjoyed many long walks with my ten-year-old son Bambi and the discussions have meandered from Roblox Jailbreak to Alvin and the Chipmunks. We have intensely unpacked and debated over the nuances of gaming technology and storyboards as well as arcs of narration in movies. To the extent that we have drawn out […]
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Drumroll please….. Meson Andaluz Address: Travessa do Alecrim nº 4 1200-019 Lisboa I can’t recommend Meson Andaluz enough! We had two amazing evenings in this wonderful little restaurant. Carlos recommended the most delicious regional tapas. The care given to each dish, the ambience, the indulgent service, and attention to little details made all the difference. […]
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An indelible memory of Lisbon will be our walks along the Tagus river. The evening market, buzz of people, music, and the sound of tinkling glasses. A city during the evening, and at night, has a different character. It crawls out from under its mask and truly reveals itself. I feel closer, more connected with […]
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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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Belem pichkari jo tune mujhe maari Toh bole re zamana kharabi ho gayi Planning the day for Belem had Apoorva constantly singing this warped song and now everytime I think of Belem this tune is stuck in my head, HELP! Belem is gorgeous. What an inadequate adjective to use, so let me try harder, the sky is […]
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On the third day in Lisbon my true love said to me, Wear walking shoes, eat good breakfast, and take pictures plentifully…. For children and grown-up children like me the Oceanario de Lisboa is a wondrous place. Aquariums are such a joy, their darkness cocoons you, you feel isolated from the world, above and beyond, […]
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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 […]
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