We woke up to the sound of the neighbors playing with their children, laughing, and enjoying life. Their apartment is just offset from ours, but a little lower, so you can experience their life, whether you choose to or not. Without much of a plan, I looked up a tourist information place, or so I thought, and we started climbing west. As we turned the first corner, the tiniest cafe, on a corner at the foot of some steps, was the obvious breakfast stop. An almond cream tart and a cappuccino gave Sue the energy to continue, and we were soon following the tram line to the top of this hill called Alfama. The vivid colourful ceramic tiled shops, and the working artists inside, drained the purse a bit, and as we stood discussing life and
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