If New York is the city that never sleeps,
Lisbon is the city that rarely yawns.
Arriving in a new European city is exhilarating at any time of day, but I have always been more intrigued by the first nightfall.
Dusk, to be precise. It's that time - as the sun descends and the shadows of buildings inch forward ominously - when you take one last squint at your guidebook and think, "Is it going to be the hotel bar or the great unknown?"
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e não é que dei por mim (tão saloio que eu sou) a pensar "mas então a Sancha agora deu em escrever em inglês sobre a nossa prórpia terra?"
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