Portugal

Nine years, seven hotels in Lisbon, and everything that happened between them.Some cities I remember through their streets, others through people, and still others through a single evening or one particular view. Lisbon, apparently, I remember through hotels.I first arrived in 2015 and stayed in a hotel recommended by the conference I was attending

A conference in Seville was waiting. The Atlantic had other plans. At eleven on a Sunday morning in November, I was swimming in the Atlantic. Behind me, Praia da Falésia stretched beneath cliffs that looked as if someone had cut open the earth and exposed its colours: chalky white, ochre, rust and deep orange. A few people walked along the waterl