As the last dregs of colour drained from the day I was back at the Miradouro da Graça, looking out across the city in the direction of the bridge. The sun dipped red then yellow, dogs started barking, coffee cups clinked, and tram bells clanged on the hill below. Accordian music played in the background; like Paris, only sung with an English voice.
Monday, January 11, 2010
Sunset Over Lisbon
As the last dregs of colour drained from the day I was back at the Miradouro da Graça, looking out across the city in the direction of the bridge. The sun dipped red then yellow, dogs started barking, coffee cups clinked, and tram bells clanged on the hill below. Accordian music played in the background; like Paris, only sung with an English voice.
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