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Lisbon, Portugal Is My City
The first place I take a visitor from out of town is to the hilly Graça neighborhood for its amazing views of the city.
When I crave greenery and nature I always go to the Jardim da Estrela.
To escape city noise I head to the river-walk near Belém.
If I want to get lost I wander the narrow, labyrinth streets of Alfama.
If you come to my city, try to get your picture taken with the “waving man” who appears at Saldanha plaza nightly.
If you have to order one thing off the menu from the Cantinho de Bem Estar it has to be ameijoas de bulhão pato (clams swimming in hot olive oil, garlic, and cilantro).
When I’m feeling cash-strapped I go to the park on Sundays in the summer for free jazz concerts.
For a huge splurge I go to a Napoleão wine shop and buy some mid-priced Portuguese wine that you can’t get in the average restaurant.
Photo ops in my city include the view from the castle looking out toward the river and from the top of the streets in Príncipe Real district that frame the urban landscape with bits of the red 25th of April Bridge peeking through in the background.
If my city were a celebrity it’d be unknown. That’s just Lisbon’s style.
The most random thing about my city is the “we have snails” signs in the restaurant windows.
In my city, an active day outdoors involves walking up any one of the numerous hills, navigating the uneven stone sidewalks, and climbing up the staircases of elevator-free buildings.
My city’s best museum is its own! Museu da Cidade–Museum of the City (not even locals know about it).
My favorite jogging/walking route is next to the River Tejo, from Lisbon to Belém.
For a night of dancing, go to Lux. Or, for live music, check out smoky and small, “Beiro” in Santos district.
A Merendeira is the spot for late-night eats.
To find out what’s going on at night and on the weekends, read Le Cool’s e-newsletter.
You can tell a lot about my city from the way the buildings show their age.
You can tell if someone is from my city if they whisper “ssa ssa,” as they pass you (short for com licença / excuse me).
In the spring you should photograph the purple blooms of the jacaranda trees.
In the summer you should try the grilled sardines.
In the fall you should buy freshly roasted chestnuts from the street vendors.
In the winter you should drink Portuguese red wine until your heart’s content.
A hidden gem in my city is the Casa do Alentejo.
For a great breakfast joint try Pão de Canela.
Don’t miss the Santo Antonio festival in early June.
Just outside my city, you can visit the enchanting abandonment of Ginjal on the other side of the river.
The best way to see my city is on foot.
If I didn’t live in a city, I’d live in Capistrano Beach, California.
When I think about my city, the song that comes to mind is any fado song: poetic, melancholic, heartfelt, and nostalgic.
If you have kids, you won’t want to miss the Jardim Zoológico.
More newspaper/TV coverage on national football than on real news could only happen in my city.
My city should be featured on your cover or website because it’s full of hidden secrets to be discovered and explored. Its history is layered on the buildings, revealed in the wrinkles on the faces of its people, whispered in the breezes of the Tejo River and tasted in the scent of grilled fish that is ever-present in the air.
Photos by Maureen Moore. Top: Parque Necessidades; bottom: Casa do Alentejo.