The first view of dreamland. Groggy from the long flight across the ocean, the Lisbon coastline stretched out beneath the wings of the plane. Down we tipped over the south bank of the Tejo River and into the city.
Golden water shimmering beneath this long red suspension which carries passengers back and forth between the north and south riverbanks.
Red, gold, blue, white reflections of sea, sky, rooftops, atmosphere. I can't wait to inhale all of this LIGHT.
Simone de Beauvoir writes:
...a burning city whipped by the smell of the sea; the past suddenly became alive again in the novelty of its hills and promontories, its soft colors, its white sails.
I hope you don't mind me stringing you along. Dragging you over one photo, one word at a time. You will arrive slowly. It's the only way.