Bertrands claims to be the oldest bookshop in the world:
They have a big English language section and I was keen to find something to read on the long journey back to Australia. I was really pleased to spot a new Elizabeth George that I didn’t know about: Something to Hide. Just the job!
The bookshop goes on and on, till you arrive at a little cafe right at the end:
I sat reading my book over a coffee for a while, hoping no earth tremor would bring down the dodgy ceiling!
The glove shop was not far away. I walked down the street with H and M on the right. The walkway of the Santa Justa lift is up above. Luvaria Ulisses is on the left. It’s tiny! I was alerted to it by Michael Portillo on his Long Weekend in Lisbon and I really wanted to be fitted for my own pair of leather gloves:
Customers are served individually with great care to ensure the perfect fit. A Portuguese man waited patiently behind me. He was buying gloves for some friends who were celebrating their 50th birthday. I got him to take my photo:
My gloves are black, trimmed with red between the fingers and lined with cashmere. Very posh!
The proprietress wanted me to take a photo of the ceiling, too:
Lunchtime was coming up, so I dropped into a quiet Vietnamese place for some pho.
Leather gloves! Such a treat.
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