Beco do Castelo

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Deep in the city center of Lisboa, there are still places that utterly feel like a village. Narrow alleys that creep up the hills and dead ends that lure tourists in for their picturesque scenery, with hanging clothes and ad hoc power cable layouts entangling upon crooked, peeling old walls, custom hanging gardens stretching out to the public row. Nothing is really public nor private here, in Beco do Castelo.

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No centro profundo de Lisboa, ainda há sítios que se parecem aldeias. Travessas estreitas que rastejam colina acima e becos sem saída que atraem turistas em busca do pitoresco, com roupas estendidas e puxadas sobre paredes tortas e descascadas, jardins suspensos personalizados a sobreporem-se à via pública. Nada é realmente público nem privado aqui no Beco do Castelo.

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Beco do Castelo by / por Roque Gameiro

Author: Pedro Loureiro

I was born on the southwestern-most tip of Europe, in Lagos, Portugal. A childhood of legos and sandcastles led me to architecture school, but an adolescence of doodling drove me to sketching and later to illustration. I like to sketch, to travel and to chop vegetables into tiny manageable bits. I also like maps. The older the better!

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