in lisbon, the vibe is completely different. while porto felt very european, lisbon is a giant melting pots from people all over. especially brazil. so naturally there is a place called café a brasileira. you have breakfast, and move on…
but all that walking has made you grouchy. and there’s only one solution for that.
something in the window catches your eye. it’s jewelry. but, it’s different. it looks… thought out. planned. like there is something more to it than looking pretty. intrigued, you step into the store. and you discover it’s a studio/gallery space for art jewelry.
then, you take a 4 hour nap on a bus back to porto. meet up with a friend, say goodbye, and head to the airport – at 1 am.
but you do make it to 6am, somehow. board your flight. take a bus to paris that decided to run late. have the most hectic return to evreux because practically all the trains were cancelled – until you decide to disregard the cancellation notices and show up anyway at gare st. lazare, where miraculously, as you had secretly hoped, some trains were re-added.
sometimes, wishing does work.
and you make it back to evreux.
but not for long.
because once you arrive, you start packing the moment you also start unpacking.
at this point, there’s only five more days left in france…