Lisbon: Exploring the LXFactory

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Nestled in the Alcântara district, the sprawling LXFactory complex stands as an intriguing monument to Lisbon's industrial past.

 Once the area was home to a thriving spinning mill, the largest in all of Portugal, but when industrial production in Lisbon declined, the 23.000 square meters of abandoned brick buildings were eventually taken over by young entrepreneurs and startups, and today the LXFactory hosts an eclectic mix of more than 200 creative spaces and shops.

Cur.ious to experience this reimagined slice of urban history, we decided today to spend an afternoon wandering its halls.

Following the sound of animated chatter down Rua Rodrigues de Faria, we first came across a  courtyard filled with mismatched tables and chairs, where patrons sipped drinks purchased from small kiosks dotted around the space. 

The aroma of fresh pizza and spices mingled in the air, emanating from the var.ious eateries bordering the courtyard.





Venturing inside the soaring warehouses, we discovered rooms and stalls overflowing with artisanal wares and handmade goods. 


One special treat was the huge "Ler Devagar”, which is both a book store, a cafe and a cultural space. The bookcases are enormous and you can peruse the store at your own good time - its name  literally means “Read Slowly".


Stepping out onto a rooftop terrace, we surveyed the scene below - skateboarders practicing jumps as soothing fado music drifted from a busker's stereo. Graffiti celebrating local artists and brands colored the walls. In the background, the 25 de Abril Bridge loomed, linking LXFactory to Lisbon's historic heart.

Strolling slowly, glimpsing all the complex had to offer, we felt happy for seeing how past and future can coexist in captivating harmony -  with gritty remnants renovated in a creative spirit. 




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