March 13, 2015

Lisbon. November, 2013


Our friend Erin, whose job has landed her in Paris for two years, recently asked us what she might do given 48 hours in Lisbon. It was a wonderful question to consider because of all the terrific memories that surfaced. The food. The beauty of the city. The gentle pace. The music. But our best memories are of the people we met. Like this lady, a vendor at the central Ribeira market. We'd met her on our first trip to the city in 2009. And here she was again on our return four years later, still stringing tiny hot peppers, still selling garlic, onions, herbs and other items from her home garden. Still as charming and warmly welcoming as on our first encounter.

1 comment:

  1. I love her. Especially the hint of heliotrope.

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