There is something special about the light in Lisbon. Sitting outside one of the many street-side cafes nibbling on a pastel de nata washed down with a meio de leite, you notice it flooding the grand, wide avenues, bathing the beautiful plazas, bringing the pastel colours of the 18th century buildings to life, reflecting off the fountains and the river Tagus beyond, bouncing off the renaissance churches, warming the mosaics of the calçadas, and dancing with the colours of azulejos that adorn building facades. That same light gently blesses each of the 7 hills (São Jorge, São Roque, São Vicente, Santo Andre, Santa Catarina, Chagas, Sant’Ana) that Lisbon is famous for, and the miradouros that reward you for the climbs. The City of Light, the sunniest capital city in Europe with more than 300 sunny days a year, really does seem brighter than other cities (perhaps explaining why sunglasses seem to be a permanent fixture of a Lisbonite’s wardrobe), and it never disappoints. It looks and feels grand, as a capital city should, yet it is pleasantly compact. Guidebooks will tell you to catch the number 28 tram, as it trundles past pretty much all the noteworthy tourist sites, but it’s packed beyond comfort, and it’s much more interesting to walk. In fact, few cities can beat Lisbon for wandering and getting lost. You don’t need a map here –just wander the wide avenues of Avenida da Liberdade, the cobbled streets of Barrio Alto, along the river, through the winding warren of Alfama, up the hill to the castle of Sao Jorge and to beautiful miradouras ….it really is a city that rewards unplanned adventure, and when you get tired of traipsing up and down you are never too far from a little café to stop and enjoy a bolo de arroz or a pastel de nata and a pingo.