Lisbon she is proud and elegant. Lisbon is fado, it is the melancholy emotion of broken hearts, it is love poetry. The Chiado it is the richest, most central, most popular district. Rua Garret is the main street, the azulejos-paved luxury shopping street. TO Brazilian is the historic Café of Lisboa, the eternal café.
It boasts now more than a century but it is always alive and lively. Since 1905 it has been a meeting place for artists of all kinds, writers and poets who had made Chiado their cultural center. In summer, from its outdoor tables overlooking Largo do Chiado, you can sip an excellent Portuguese coffee, in a cup or glass, with milk or without milk, espresso or lighter or as you like, accompanied, perhaps, by typical pastel de nata, a kind of cream tartlets sprinkle with sugar and cinnamon.
Sitting, in complete solitude, with your hand resting on one of these tables, you will find a bronze man with a large cylinder on his head, one leg crossed over the other and his gaze down, absorbed and contemplative, restless. The man in question is Fernando Pessoa, the "poet of Lisbon", the artist who most of all managed to embody the spirit of this city so beautiful that "There are no flowers for me that match the colors of Lisbon under the sun".