Easter in Lisboa

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The easter holidays gave us a few days off to visit old friends and family in Lisboa. Dinner parties become so much cheaper in the local joints, and you can wash the food down with abundant wine without the need for declaring bankruptcy. Of course then you have to dissolve the thin film of oil that coats your oesophagus with aguardente, but by then, your senses have been numbed enough that you tolerate it quite well.

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Lisboa has a knack of surprising us with semi-secret places such as Park, a lounge bar sitting on the terrace atop a multi-story parking lot, right in the middle of the night action. The elevator was broken, so a  5-story climb up the emergency stairs was just the thing we needed to digest all the greasiness from the dinner.

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The price of the booze was above average, still, it was a privileged view over Lisboa by night coupled with some fine music. I was beat after 15 minutes, but the girls they just kept going for what seemed to be hours.

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Taxi rides home in Lisboa are a lottery. You get all sorts of taxi drivers: grumpy, happy, drowsy, political, racist, eloquent, nonsensical, you name it. Very few are women, and this was one of them. She regaled us with stories and anecdotes of her years as a taxi driver and as a Lisboeta. The most impressive memory was of the fire in Chiado in the 80s, where she was working back then. Something I was not around to witness, but was indeed one of those dramatic events that determine a turning point in a place.

A finissage turned middlessage

140506 Lund 02It was with great joy that Holger and I saw so many people coming to the finissage of our exhibition at Martas Café. A lot of people were already there, studying or having fika, and soon enough it was hard to tell who was there before and who came on purpose for the finissage. Still, they were welcomed into the crowd, just as we had wanted.140506 Lund 03Holger put up a few more originals on the wall, even though it was supposed to be the last day. Turned out that the girl who was going to exhibit after us didn’t have her paintings ready yet, so we decided to keep our stuff a week longer. Our finissage turned middlessage – if such a thing exists.140506 Lund 04There were drinks and snacks all around (including Suzanne’s delicious pesto crackers), topped of with twenty-something pastéis de nata Patrícia and me had brought from Lisboa (all gone in the picture in little under a quarter of an hour – great success!), the party hung on for as long as the Café was open.140506 Lund 01Many many thanks go to the Café’s staff who were extremely helpful and part-time curators of the exhibition: Marta, Olga and all the good people working there!

My sister’s wedding

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A sunny mid-March weekend had me flying from Copenhagen to Lisbon to Faro and back in little over 40 hours. The effort was worthwhile because I was going for the wedding of one of the dearest persons in the world to me – my little sister.

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It was a true designer’s wedding: simple & sleek, with a touch of fun and a tad of emotion. But it took a whole lot of jet fuel to make it happen: people from all over Europe travelled to the tip of the continent to attend. It has to mean something that a couple can have such magnetism over so many square mileage.

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Proud moms and pops were too busy going around to be caught on ink. There was just too much going on. Of course, it always felt there was more to be done in the few hours there than to sketch, although the temptation to record the fleeting celebration was always hovering around me.

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Wouldn’t have missed it for the world, sis!

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