A short walk from where we’re staying, there’s a Banksy Museum. Most of the pieces are reproductions of originals (for obvious reasons) done by a team of artists. The museum itself is a perfect space for his work. Made to look a little grungy and underground-bunker-ish. Banksy is a temporary, contemporary artist – an activist…
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portugal (lisbon) – day 3
Today we went to the Gulbenkian Museum. Calouste Gulbenkian was born in what is now Istanbul and was from Armenian extraction. He was a businessman, heavily involved in oil export, eventually making his way to doing business with Shell. He was well known for his philanthropy. Over his lifetime, he accumulated a huge fortune and…
portugal (lisbon) – day 2
A touristy day today. After catching the train, we walked in the general direction of the Elevador de Santa Justa. Lisbon is very hilly and many of those hills are steep. Getting from the lower part of the city to the higher streets is difficult, so several strategically placed elevators around the city make this…
portugal (lisbon) – day 1
In Portugal with my mom and sis. We started the day with breakfast prepared in the flat. Coffee, toast, an omelette, and a small yogurt parfait which I assembled. Yeah! I know. It looks a little jumbled but it was so good. Fresh and sweet strawberries, banana, and granola on top of unsweetened yogurt. We…
art imitating life
While walking around the city, I happened to seethese fish swimming upstream Swimming above the trash we throw in their home Copyright © 2022 Lisana.Blog All Rights Reserved
green daze
It’ll be a green day, I told myself as I set out on a walk to Alfama, the oldest neighbourhood in Lisbon. William Burroughs apparently called this a “colour walk”. But I do it a little differently from what he recommended because I use a camera. Here’s how I go about it. After I step…
copenhagen coffee lab
I am by no means a coffee connoisseur, but I’m no coffee philistine either. Starbucks, not your cup of tea? Then, Copenhagen Coffee Lab might be. There are many, many things I dislike about Starbucks. From its too expensive cups of frothy, sweet-n-creamy, caramel-y drinks– because can we really call them coffee (?) to the…
scarlet fever
In the early morning hours, I become entangled in a dream. I try scrambling up and out of it but it keeps pulling me back in – this sticky, oleaginous dream. In it, I’m little. Maybe 6? And in this dream, I have scarlet fever. My skin has become so hot that it comes off…
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