Walking Through Lisbon: Where Time Stands Still

The alleyways of Portugal captivated my heart far more than any grand architectural marvel. Without signposts or clear directions, these paths carried the warmth and essence of time. I stroll along narrow, winding cobblestone streets. The walls are old and rugged, yet adorned with meticulously crafted ceramic tiles (azulejos) that shimmer under the sunlight. Beneath the windows, flower pots are placed, and sunlight cascades down the white walls like scattered fragments. Passing by a staircase where a cat naps peacefully, I find myself smiling without realizing it.