Walking into Alfama in search of dinner, we found the streets still decorated for the Festa de Santo Antonio, patron saint of Lisbon.
The day had passed several days before, but the festivities would last until the end of June.
Outdoor stalls and tables were set up everywhere in the streets, alongside charcoal fires
We wandered slightly lost through the maze of narrow streets filled with the smell of grilled sardines, Fado playing through loudspeakers, looking for Pateo 13.
In the end, having taken several wrong turns, we found by accident a small Tasco behind a church that had a few outdoor tables and two guitarists playing, and decided on impulse to ask for a table on the tiny terrace.
What a wonderful choice and lucky discovery it turned out to be, as two excellent fadistas, a man and an older woman with fantastic voices and accompaniment on guitar and viola de fado sang classic Lisbon fado for the next hours.
We walked back to the hotel much later, passing the outdoor grills and tables still full of people, watched over by locals from their balconies.
Back to Memmo where the heat was still intense and guests were sitting around the small pool on the roof, drinking wine and eating patiscos at midnight.
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