Sunday, 01 August 2010




You know you are in Portugal when the pavement is trying to impersonate the ocean. And right now the ground beneath my feet is trying particularly hard. An elaborate mosaic of basalt and limestone, it sends waves of polished black and creamy off-white rippling across Lisbon's main square. They rush past the statue of Dom Pedro IV, ignoring him entirely - rather like the natives, who call the praca "Rossio" ("common land") in defiance of the ex-king whose name it officially bears. They roll past...
Full Story: The Independent



 

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