It’s just over three years since my last visit to Lisbon Portugal. Interestingly, there’s something indefinably pleasant about this city. For a European capital, it’s  relatively small with only about a half a million people living within the immediate city limits. Maybe that’s it. Lisbon doesn’t seem dauntingly large or difficult to navigate. It’s walk-able.

I  remember from my last visit that Lisbon has a whole lot of charm. Like the cute, narrow red or yellow trams that climb up and down the steep, winding cobblestone streets. And all the beautiful buildings decorated with colorful, patterned tiles that I seem not to be able to get enough photographs of.

After getting installed in the apartment, we walked over to Pois, one of Lisbon’s popular, laid-back, shabby chic café with great ambiance and an almost perfect Greek salad. Only almost perfect? Well, in my book, serving small, tasteless black olives instead of juicy Kalamatas, disqualifies it from  being called a Greek salad. However, the feta cheese and sour dough bread were both luscious and succulent.
The sun has been shining off and on since we arrived. It’s warm, but not hot. Perfect weather for a weekend of exploration.