Um jornalista inglês perdido por Lisboa

De como se apaixonou pelas Catacumbas, pelo blues da Petra e do Manel, pelo vinho tinto, pela "má vida" lisboeta:

My notes are a bit blurry from that night, but it was definitely 3.50am when I discovered the Catacombs. I was starving. The grilled squid and chorizo with which the evening began were now a distant memory. A dizziness not wholly explained by the oceans of Quinta de Cabriz I'd consumed was threatening to overwhelm me.

(continua e vale a pena)