Observation: Lisbon has more drug dealers per capita than any place I’ve ever been. Also, boy scouts.

The dealers are shocking because nobody has ever offered to sell me drugs, let alone six strangers on any given public square.

The boy scouts? Well, I kind of thought they were extinct. Or at least, elsewhere in the world the older ones refrain from going out in public with the hats on.

I’m here to celebrate Valentine’s Day, and on that subject: how peculiar and amazing is it that I’ve been hanging out with the same fellow for a couple of decades, and we haven’t run out of things to talk about?

Romance, sunshine, and cream tarts: Lisbon is a wonder. Most particularly in the provision of old rickety trams and funiculars to traverse the steep hills.

This has been the best trip ever.


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