COFFEE BREAK: Obviously in Lisbon’s Rossio

An institution, an unwritten law, in my beloved city, is one that concerns the complex rituals of a drink, coffee. A few years ago, I was not going to Marthinho de Arcada, the Terreiro do Paco, because it was full of state officials, obviously in suits, I preferred, instead, the Cafe Brasileiro (full of friends, who like me were dating the school of Fine arts). In the evening – strictly – we all had a second goal in the Rossio (at that time a neighborhood troubled, much neglected), but the Cafe Nicola was a prize, a show within a show, a thrill of sounds, smells and looks. Then, if any of us was feeling melancholy, he preferred to go to Cais do Sodre, between sailors and cheerful girls, drinking the last Sandeman. What is it? Porto, an unforgettable wine. As the season of my life. Hello, by Fernando. http://www.visitlisboa.com/Home_UK.aspx?lang=en-GB