Second day in Lisbon
My second day was quiet and calm. The sun wasn’t shining, the weather was gloomy, and I was only walking the surrounding little streets northeast of the hostel.
Hell???
The place I came here bears the incomprehensible name of “Miradouro da Boca do Inferno”, which can be translated as “Lookout from the Mouth of Hell.” One only wonders about this because it is one of the most beautiful places in the world.
