What a surprise Lisbon was. I think it’s safe to call it a bit of a sleeper, at least in my vision. I hadn’t really put much thought into it, but settled into the Chiados neighbourhood for a few days and walked the city’s hills. It’s another lovely old European capital where the arts are an important part of life and a café culture is very present. Old buildings covered with ceramic tiles dominate the architecture and there seems to be a renewal process going on as building after building is being restored. People are out walking and lingering in the squares in the mild December weather. Street vendors sell books and CDs from classic trucks. The city is alive, yet understated. I even managed to have a discussion about politics in one of the hole-in-the-wall bars. We didn’t agree with each other but laughed and shook hands at the end. Now that is my kind of place.