La vida e bem

Ah, this is the life. I am sitting in a perfect glass-and-white-steel cafe on the Belem seafront, sipping lemonade, eating what appears to be seaweed soup, and looking out at the green hills across the Teju. I've just visited the Geronimo Monastery, whose carved-marble cloisters are of more than Mughal absurd intricacy, and whose upper room contains a marvellous polycultural timeline of the world, the monastery and Portugal.

Lisbon is a city built on hills, and therefore a city of panoramas: I'll have several dozen megabytes of photos to feed to Hugin when I get home.

If only I were better at convincing my friends to accompany me to far cities ...