Blindness and Bacalhau in Lisbon
Marissa and I arrived in Lisbon with two enormous bags filled with blindness. We dragged them like sacks of bones, dried and daydream-induced, powdery in an afternoon where several sunsets competed for travel manuscripts of old routes. We were lost. We can’t find our hotel in the confusion of an ancient city, washed by the … More Blindness and Bacalhau in Lisbon