Love, Lisbon
You stop checking the time. Start saying yes to aperitifs at noon. A tile catches your eye, then a table, then a stranger who asks what you're writing in the margins. You tell them it’s nothing. You keep the page.
Love, Lisbon
You stop checking the time. Start saying yes to aperitifs at noon. A tile catches your eye, then a table, then a stranger who asks what you're writing in the margins. You tell them it’s nothing. You keep the page.