I’m walking along the edge of recreational buzz — basketball, volleyball, a roller hockey game, rollerbladers, cyclists, families kicking soccer balls.

It’s the end of the day, the kids are walking off the rink, carrying skates and sticks, talking with their mom about dropping 6th period, listening to music streaming through a Bluetooth speaker.

We’re here, Lisbon, Lisboa, Portugal.  This city is impossibly gorgeous, in a familiar yet uniquely original way.  I’m smitten immediately.  Colorful, stepped buildings line the hills, cascading into the sea.  The streets flow from the water, carving erratic paths into the hillsides.  Buildings grow organically on the grade of the hills.  I beg you to find a right angle here.