Lisbon

If Lisbon were a person, he would be a young, white-toothed and dark guy, constantly telling funny stories about parties on the seashore with a glass of green wine and about long, unforgettable nights in the old city center.

After all, if these nights were not so magical, the Bairro Alto region would not have existed for more than eight hundred years. During the day, he would take you for a long time through the small cozy streets of this city, past buildings decorated with antique tiles and luxurious palaces and tell endless stories and legends about world discoveries, famous sailors who discovered many countries and gave them to the world.

And the night, with its mystery, would show you all its warmth and sincerity of the centuries-old traditions of this city. Everyone who came here felt as if they had been here before, if not in a past life, then at least in spirit.

And after that, no one could help but fall in love with this city and wait until he returned here again and Lisbon greeted him with his white-toothed smile.