lisbon. night # xd

portuguese: a thought

Portuguese from Portugal sometimes reminds me of Arabic. Sometimes it reminds me of Russian, or other times Polish. Most of the time though (or sometimes, too) it reminds me of what it is. ;-)

Lisboa: Monday night, with a drink at chapitau

had trouble putting the puzzle pieces back together?

   

WIsh i had had my nicer camera

A couple kissing/cuddling

hanging plants in the street

  

we circled around the hill. it was magical.

  

Walking tour Monday

Immigrants with their baggages in the tree

red and orange ceiling to represent blood and fire

provosative 

a street named after "funksters"

bacallao

basketball, 3rd floor

Infamous tiles

Huge roots

Watching the boats unload the precious commodities (sand) as they blow across the river

Lisbon: Saturday night Fado

And this video with bad sound quality (really, they were heart-wrenching singers):