Lisbon — It was cold and windy. The smoke from the strange pan used to cook the chestnuts, filled the street with a sweet scent, in a vain attempt to lure the mass of people walking by with a fast pace throug...
Lisbon — The other day, over drinks a friend of mine related a story. She was with her boyfriend, in a suburb of London when he whispered: “Did you realize we’re the only white people here?” She looked back at...
Fado.
Are you white?
Morning after: cat suits, balloons, slot machines, Portuguese hospitality and tiny powerful women.
Back in a city I fell in love with, but with a very specific agenda.
The waiting