note: I keep fiddling with Photoshop, playing with new toys and techniques as I discover them. Not sure how much the filters work on giving these the right feel, and looking at all the snaps at once in this post makes me want to go back to tweaking. I’ll post them regardless – they’re far overdue. Feedback is encouraged and appreciated.
O Galo de Barcelos marks the Oporto morning.
No post on Portugal is complete without pastéis de nata. The wiki tells us that they apparently are widely available in much of far-off Asia, and yet remain severely elusive in neighboring Madrid.
I’ve never been anywhere else in which I so desperately wanted to get lost.
The infamous Francesinha, doused in booze and dripping with cheese.
Crumbling tilework everywhere, made even more elaborate through age.
Unadulterated magic. The moment I decided.
As usual, into the night.