Beneath the Azure Veil: A Day in Lisbon’s Embrace
Lisbon, the city of seven hills, awoke to a sky so clear it seemed as though the heavens had been polished overnight. The sun, a golden orb, rose lazily over the Tagus River, casting its warm glow across the terracotta rooftops and whitewashed buildings that cascaded down the slopes. The weather today was a gift—a perfect harmony of warmth and light, with temperatures hovering around a comfortable 22 degrees Celsius. A gentle breeze, barely noticeable at 10 kilometers per hour, drifted in from the Atlantic, carrying with it the faint saltiness of the sea. The air was crisp, yet soft, like the touch of a loved one’s hand, and the city seemed to exhale in contentment. Lisbon is a city that wears its weather like a badge of honor. Its streets, steeped in history and charm, come alive under the sun, and today was no exception. The Alfama district, the oldest neighborhood in the city, was already stirring with life. Narrow, winding streets, paved with cobblestones worn smooth by centu...