June 24, 2015

Lisbon. November, 2013

Off of Rossio, one of the main squares in Lisbon, there is a tiny storefront (about the width of two or three doors) where one can buy the regional cherry liqueur specialty, ginjinha, in tiny plastic cups. You can enjoy it neat or with a cherry or two in it. I've never tried it; I'm told it burns. For me, the attraction of the place is the people who hang out there. Here are some of them. One of the great thrills of travel for me is the realization that the world is much, much bigger than where I happen to live. Why, even the languages on the wall behind these men (all of which translate into: Lisbon, City of Tolerance) remind me of all the places I still have to visit.

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