Getting a bit choosy after the Camino ao decided to move instead of a downgrade. Our Ukrainian manager tried to help us but couldn’t so instead of climbing 50 stairs many times daily we have a lift to take us to the top floor with a 220 degree view and if we can’t sleep we can see moon and stars from our bed, and the sunrise. So Lisboa will be our hideaway place where I can start to put my writings together, another week in our exciting new home up the hill

Uphill contains the Botanical gardens which we have not yet seen, great views which we have seen from our bedroom and silence and solitude as we have no more friends and no-one has the energy or desire to climb a steep Camino hill like ours. We walked, close to the mighty Teju river so wide it is often mistaken for the sea; across town for the best food in town and no-one knows; through a professional graffiti job round an old partly used theatre complex and down a street where the footpath becomes the road

We will be walking on different paths tomorrow and as Lisboa’s greatest poet Passoa’s said the day before he died: “I know not what tomorrow will bring”

Five star restaurant amongst the theatre graffiti

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People stung by lack of housing

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Looking for a window of opportunity

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Last words “Mum i love you’

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