City

Lisbon

Fernando Pessoa walked these hills under half a dozen names — not pseudonyms but fully inhabited alter egos, each with their own handwriting and philosophy. That capacity for self-multiplication feels native to Lisbon: a city of seven hills, faded azulejo facades, and the aching folk music called fado, which transforms homesickness into something you want to feel again. The Age of Exploration launched from here, from the Tagus docks at Belém, and the city still carries the bittersweet weight of an empire that went out to sea and never entirely came back.

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