Portugal, Man, Portugal
Streetcars, Museums, and Big Red Suspension Bridges? But, Honey, we’re not in Sarancisco anymore!
In a massive effort to help San Francisco get over itself, Lisboa has surreptitiously nudged the Bay city out of its complete monopoly of quaint, charismatic iconography. Following up on its perception as that country where people speak “almost Spanish,” Lisbon is spearheading the Portuguese project to solidify a stable second place, as an “almost San Francisco”.
By the time you read this, I will already have packed my bags to fly to Lisbon, Portugal,where I will be for a few days before heading on a secret anthropological mission (its more fun when we put it that way) to the Cape of Africa. If you missed my earlier post mapping the portuguese speaking world– from Iberia itself to Brazil, litoral Africa and here and there throughout Asia, you should click on this orange part, cuz its actually a really nice map.
Gearing up for a journey to the old colonial metropole is plenty justification to hit you up with, ya know more maps.
so. Lets get some perspective of the lay of the land
and now we can zoom in to the centro
in case you missed my post about my love for metrô systems (and maps thereof), you can go check that out, and consider this an update with more contemporary relevance. In fact, you may as well check out all those orange links. It may be a few days before I can get back to the bloggies.
Great. So, that thing I was saying about packing for six weeks on the road? I’ma go do that now. Enjoy Portugal, the Man (a band from Alaska, of all foggy far off places). Thusly, portugal the band:
The World is Yrs,