It was the third day of our acquaintance with Lisbon. In the first one, we walked the city from north to south, to Commerce Square (Praca do Commercio), in the second, we explored the city with the help of the 28th tram, funiculars, observation platforms and, of course, our feet.
“My white city - you are a flower made of stone, washed by good sunny rain. . . ” - Sofia Rotaru once sang about Chisinau. These words can be fully pronounced in the address of many Portuguese cities.