Over the hills, under the moon - and off the beaten path

Yesterday, I crawled through muddy, dark Roman-era tunnels below Lisbon, which are normally filled with groundwater and only accessible to a few visitors each year. The tunnels were carved during the reign of Emperor Augustus, and for centuries, they directed underground rainwater while the empires above rose and fell. Eventually, they were completely sealed off and forgotten,  only to be rediscovered by chance during the rebuilding after the 1755 earthquake, which had turned most of Lisbon into rubble. Today, the crypts are pumped dry on a couple of days each year, and the only entry to the below is through a narrow shaft in the middle of the busy Rua da Conceição, right between the rails of the 28 tram line. The stairs  leading down are steep and risky, and when you finally reach the galleries, a few lights illuminate the void that had stood in complete darkness for more than a Millenium  Some of the tunnels are so low and narrow that you have to climb through t...

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. Venturin...

Yesterday, our journey along Lisbon's shores took us from decay to delight.  We began the day by walking along the crumbling warehouses and abandoned factories at the Cais do Ginjal, and we ended with golden sardines and moist monkfish at the Ponto Finale restaurant, experiencing some of the cur.ious contrasts this city has to offer.  Cais do Ginjal - the waterfront across the river from the city proper - were once thrumming with activity, but  now they stand empty as a relic from Portugal's industrial past while slowly succumbing to rust and decay.   Wandering past the locked warehouses with their peeling paint and cracked windows, one could almost hear the ghosts of ships being loaded years ago.  Wildflowers sprouted from brickwork worn by salt air and time. Graffiti swirled vibrantly across deteriorating walls in attempts to reclaim these forgotten structures. In one warehouse, an entire wall had collapsed, exposing rusty pipes and machinery ...