CITY LIFE - LISBON

Trams and tuk-tuks roller coaster through the hills of the Portuguese capital, a city of enticing lookouts, al fresco lunches and daring street art

- KERRY WALKER

Morning breaks over Lisbon’s seven hills. In the medina-like lanes of Alfama — one of the city’s oldest, loftiest neighbourhoods — the light is beginning to creep through window shutters, washing over the azulejo tiles and bathing the terracotta rooftops in an amber glow; in the distance, the Tagus river glitters.

Slowly, pearl-white domes and spires come into focus, and then the facades in a fresco painter’s palette of pastels. At this hour, there isn’t another soul with me at the Largo das Portas do Sol, the original Moorish gateway to the district. It’s a vantage point that offers views over Lisbon’s historic heart that are worth rising early for.

Ever since the Moors built their castle here in the 11th century, this has been a city that has made the most of its lofty position. Miradouros (viewpoints) cling to the hilltops like eyries, each one giving a different eagle’seye view. You’re forever climbing, catching your breath and trying to keep your footing on the steep, cobbled lanes.

When an earthquake razed most of Lisbon to the ground in 1755, Alfama remained resolutely standing. As I wander deeper into its alleys, the aroma of coffee, the crackles of a poorly tuned radio and the barking of a dog drift towards me through open windows. A woman in a floral pinafore beats a rug against a wall, greeting me with a broad, toothless smile and a ‘bom dia’. The district feels timeless — but in nearby Graça, the situation couldn’t be more different.