I first saw her sheltering from a welcome heavy rain-shower at the bus-stop outside the English Cemetery, Estrela in late-May. The next time I saw her
, it was mid-August, hot & high tourist-season. She was sitting on a bench in the garden between the Convento de Jerónimos and the Marginal, offering to read the palm of anybody and everybody who passed.The passing pigeons/pombos seemed appropriate somehow.......
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