Archive for August, 2012

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08/08/2012

jardim das amoreiras

even kiosks have television sets in portugal. i know of no other country with such obsession with television and eating. most of the restaurants vomit news channels or soap operas that nobody sees or listen. this particular set arrived with the euro cup (which i find more than justified) and continues through the olympic games (which may be also justifiable) but, please get it back inside somebody’s living room.

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07/08/2012

afternoon lemonade at jardm das amoreiras

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06/08/2012

Martim Moniz was a soldier that participated in the (re)conquest of lisbon from the Moors in 1147. Portugal was then a country only 4 years old! The king afonso used the help of a crusaders fleet on their way to the holy land. Martim became famous because he managed to get half through one of the big doors in one of the citiy’s gates. He was killed of course but by staying there the others managed to climb over his body and get in. Today the square that holds his name nearby the long forgotten gate is the multicultural centre of lisboa. there we can find several kiosks of ethnic food. I think Martim wold love to eat a kebab sandwich in peace in his square.

sunday lunch in martim moniz square

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03/08/2012

and somebody thought that the perfect place for a chapel would be inside one of the aqueduct arches

the glory of living in lisboa – 16

02/08/2012

 

Mâe de Água Mother of Water, Lisbon reservoir built in the 1700’s

 

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01/08/2012

fractals in shade

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01/08/2012

One of the places I cherish most in Lisbon is the so called Jardim das Amoreiras, oficially Jardim Marcelino Mesquita. One of the reasons why is that I only have to walk 5 minutes to be there from home. Of course that the regularity and monumentality of the aqueduct ending in the Mae d’Agua that encloses the square from on the western side may be fantasized as the entrances for an imaginary giant palace. The simple and plain dignity of the surrounding buildings reveal that this area was in the 1700’s an industrial zone. A comb factory (who would think of a comb factory in the 1700’s when everybody had wigs? That is real vision if you think of the following century: remember, for instance Beethoven’s hair dressing…). A Porcelain factory and a silk factory… so the whole hill was covered with amoreiras for the silk worms feast on their leeves. Now there are only few amoreiras and the silk factory was transformed in one of the finest small museums in Lisboa: Arpad Szénes-Vieira da Silva Museum.

After work, on summer days, around 6PM it is perfect for a day ending, making time to get back home and see the Olympic Swimming finals,, having a drink in the Kiosk terrace and drawing as if rating agencies, euro crisis and war in Syria didn’t exist.