Lisbon, capturing its essence.

#mytraveldiary The Light: It’s the first thing you notice. It’s not just sunlight; it’s a golden, liquid honey that pours over the terracotta roofs and paints the pastel buildings in impossible shades of pink and yellow. The Sound: The shriek of old tram wheels on the Alfama hill bends, the mournful sigh of a Fado song drifting from a tiny taverna, and the quiet clink of a ginjinha glass after a shot of the sour cherry liqueur. A beautiful, melancholic joy. It’s in the faded grandeur of the façades, the cracked azulejo tiles telling old stories, and the nostalgic sound of Fado. It’s a city that has seen empires rise and fall, but still knows how to sit in the sun and enjoy a simple moment.