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...
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.