Óbidos, Portugal.
Bombarral, Portugal.
arriving in lisbon and venturing to the sleepy but bright and sparkling towns just outside the metropolis was enchanting to say the least....I truly felt as if i was strolling the narrow and cobbled streets of a place one had only read in a history book on medieval civilizations. It was a mystery that kept us guessing and breathing in big gasps of crisp air at every cornerstone.
i remember those delicate hand sewn and crochet love notes of eras passed that women would send their someone special- and of course the stark color blocking of that outlined every building.
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