I’ve never been to Brazil, but Lisbon already had a South American taste to me. Maybe it’s because it’s so much on the edge of Europe, ready to cross the Atlantic, opened to any possibility of exoticism. Despite the colorful tiles and the tenacious sun there’s a certain sadness to the city though, like it was full of promises, but got stopped right in the middle of its renaissance by the infamous financial crisis. Only tourists seem to keep alive the hip restaurants, the modern museums and the bars of the Bairro Alto. Beautiful buildings are slowly decaying right in the city center, but maybe it has always been like that?______________ If you feel like climbing and granny-spotting, then don’t miss a walk into Lisbon’s oldest quarter, the Alfama, it’s really the best part.