Notes from a small flat in Lisbon
Seven years, forty-one square metres and one balcony chair: what living small in Graça has quietly taught me.
A personal blog from a small flat in Lisbon: everyday life, home cooking, slow travel, books and photographs.
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Seven years, forty-one square metres and one balcony chair: what living small in Graça has quietly taught me.
A dozen books I finished this year and keep thinking about, from Pessoa on a tram to Ishiguro on a rainy Sunday.
A gentle half-hour tour of Lisbon’s lanes, viewpoints, trams and fado from Rick Steves’ Europe.
An honest list of the things I quietly stopped buying after moving into a small flat, and the few I still refuse to give up.
Three hours north on the train, a francesinha I am still digesting, and the Douro turning copper at dusk.
A free, hand-drawn walking guide to seven Lisbon neighbourhoods, reprinted every spring and autumn.
Riding the old yellow tram through Lisbon in the last hour of light, with one small camera and the window pushed open.
How I learned to read Portuguese one children’s book at a time, with a patient neighbour and a very stubborn Saramago.
Rick Steves’ Europe squeezes Porto’s bridges, river and port lodges into one lovely three-minute postcard.
The lemon loaf my grandmother made from memory every Sunday in Manchester, finally measured, tested and written down.
How I swapped colour-coded itineraries for one booked night and a lot more luck.
Five lines a night, no more: the smallest habit I have kept, and the one I would miss most.
A weekly newsletter since 2020 — one story, one recipe, one thing worth reading — sent free to about 6,000 readers.
A year with a single fixed 23mm lens, and how it made me walk closer and look longer.
Cupcake Jemma bakes Lisbon’s famous custard tarts at home, scorched tops and flaky spirals included.
A wet ride to a fig tree in Benfica, roasted figs on toast, and a book I keep on the balcony chair.
Seven days of grey skies, one small kitchen and a diary of every meal that kept me cheerful.
I went to São Miguel for the views and saw mostly cloud, hot springs and the best stew of my life.
Autumn finally reaches Graça, a pot of caldo verde for the first chilly evening, and a book about resting.
A brisk two-minute film from Serious Eats on Portugal’s potato, kale and chouriço soup.
A single shelf on our second-floor landing that slowly became the whole building’s library.
Max Joseph’s funny, thoughtful video essay on bookshops and finding your way back to reading.
A monthly supper for eight neighbours, cooked in a kitchen built for exactly one person.
Teo Crawford’s friendly, clear introduction to shooting 35mm film, from loading a roll to reading the light.
Pat Kay gathers practical street photography lessons on distance, patience and finding the light.
Twelve rolls of film over one year — one a month, one city, no reshoots and no peeking.
Before You Go’s bright, well-organised guide to lakes, hot springs and tea fields on São Miguel in the Azores.