Three Strangers, a Café, and a Decision
I wasn’t supposed to stay in Lisbon. It was just a stopover of two nights to reset after the flight, pick up a few things, and to catch the ferry south.
I wasn’t supposed to stay in Lisbon. It was just a stopover of two nights to reset after the flight, pick up a few things, and to catch the ferry south.
On a spring evening in Athens, a quiet inventory unfolds from a balcony: of dogs, dishes, a violin, and laughter, each sound a fragment of life, stitched into the rhythm of the city.