Jun 27 2007
The Stone Beneath My Feet
He said “If you ever go to Portugal you must look down – the pavements are pictures and patterns, beautiful patterns”. So I went to Lisbon and looked down and watched my feet tread the black and white intricately woven tiles.
In the sunlight the pavements seem to glow. Thousands of footsteps have worn down the oldest streets to an almost glassy finish. Sometimes I had the curious sensation that the pavements were soft beneath me even though this was simply the sensation of walking upon something so smooth. At other times I had the sensation that I was walking on ice and had to walk slowly in summer sandles that had little grip! Special care needs to be taken on steep downhill slopes.
