Lisbon

The melancholic indolence of Lisbon

The sky of Lisbon is of an intense blue, without a cloud and locals tell me it’s always like this: dazzling, perfect, clean. And this is a fantastic visiting card for the thousands of visitors who flock to Lisbon every year. Said that, the first place worth seeing is the Praça do Comércio which ends directly on the Tagus River and which, in turn, flows into the ocean. La Praça do Comércio is one of the central places of the Lisbon Baixa or Pombaline Lower Town, the district in the center of Lisbon. It is one of the largest squares in Europe, square-shaped and with sides of 170 meters.

Praça do Comércio, Rua Augusta Arch and Statue of King José I

Looking over the Tagus, you find the Rua Augusta Arch built in 1785, while in the center of the square stands the statue of King José I. The blue of the sky, the blue of the sea and the white of the buildings stand out . A strong contrast, as well as intense and decisive are the colors of the city: the yellow of the tram 28, the brightly colored buildings, the patches of vegetation, a green declined in various shades, the windows, the shops, the bookstores and the theaters, each with its own strong chromatic connotation.

Chiado District

The most vibrant and lively place in Lisbon is definitely the Chiado, which is located in front of the Lisbon Baixa. This is the shopping and pastries district, destroyed by a fire in 1988 but today perfectly rebuilt by architect Alvaro Siza Vieira. A whirlwind of voices, people, cars, shops, tourists and more who characterizes this lively microcosm within the Lisbon city. A city part rich of theaters, museums, art galleries and beautiful traditional shops. All connected by narrow lanes and alleys inaccessible to cars, with shows along the streets that cross it.

Belém Tower

From here to the Cathedral the distance is really short, as well as the Castle that dominates the city and the famous Belém Tower, once surrounded by the Tagus waters and today magically approached the river bank almost to reconcile with the land that once had wanted take it away to fight the pirate raids. Yet on all this stands out like a thin mist that melancholic indolence that is breathed in the air of the Portuguese capital and that envelops everything, cradled by the fado notes, the sad melody of the Portuguese fishermen and the sea breeze that goes up the river to pour over without stopping in the alleys of the city and dispersing in the thousand stories of those who, every day, live it, love it, hate it.

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