The hotel receptionist tipped me off to a good breakfast spot, but neglected to mention it was down a massive hill (which meant coming back up the massive hill). I guess that's because everything here is up or down a massive hill.
While I was walking down the hillside steps, I noticed the famous #28 tram ran alongside, so after breakfast, instead of doing the nothing I'd promised myself, I took the tram to a Saturday flea market, up more hills.
When I took the tram back, I stopped in a Thai massage place for a half-hour foot massage and now my feet are less annoyed with me for being on them for three days straight. Then I had to rush around to pick up a sandwich since Portugal shut down for pandemic reasons at 3:30 pm.
I did go out again to hunt down carry-out at dinnertime, but the streets were mostly deserted.
So far, Lisbon is lovely. I have no idea how different it would be if it were full of tourists, but it's atmospheric when empty.
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That's looking like getting into San Francisco type hilly streets.
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