Example — Three weeks in Lisbon (full metadata)

The plan was three weeks in Lisbon, which is the kind of sentence that only sounds reasonable before you arrive. By day two the neighbourhood had absorbed me so completely that the return flight felt like an administrative error someone else would sort out.

Alfama and the art of getting lost

Alfama doesn’t have a grid. It has suggestions. You walk uphill until you find a miradouro or a dead end, and both feel like the correct destination.

Sagres: the end of things

Week three. Took the bus to Sagres because someone at the hostel said “you should go” with the conviction of a person who had clearly never been. It was cold, empty, and the wind had opinions about everything.