Portuguese author José Saramago was born in 1922 to a family of landless peasants. Over seventy years later, he would win the Nobel Prize in Literature. When asked about his primitive roots: ‘If my grandfather had been a rich landowner, and not an illiterate pig breeder, I wouldn’t be the man I am today.’
Atmosphere. Friendly locals. Charm. I only spent one night in Lisbon, but it was love at first sight. A visual wonderland, from the intricately patterned cobblestone, to the azulejos (tiles) that cover walls of churches, palaces, park seats, ordinary houses, fountains and railway stations.