Posts from the ‘lisbon’ Category
We had lunch at a hotel that was straight out of a Brett Easton Ellis novel: clear perspex chairs, reflective black surfaces, a cold, misguided 90s sort of self assuredness. The waitresses even wore black underwear under their all-white uniforms. Maybe to remind us they’re still alive in there.
This was the view from where we sat. We looked at this and we ate lamb and we ate duck. We looked at this ocean. We looked at this palm tree. And maybe it was the wine, but everything felt wide open again.
When I think back over this shitty, paralysed year, I don’t want to think about how heavy everything was for a while. I want think about this. This view. This ocean. This palm tree. This mostly straight horizon that, as we sat on the train back to Lisbon, served up the most beautiful sunset I’ve ever seen. A sky striped purple and orange, the perfect reminder that we’re all still alive in here.
A sort of sunset, Lisbon.
A fishing boat in Cascais, a tiny town just outside of Lisbon.
Barrio Alto, Lisbon.