Amongst other things, I dream of returning to my favourite little restaurant in Lisbon's Principe Real neighbourhood called Pão à Mesa, or its adjacent mexican place called EL Clandestino.
Having a delightful seasonal dish called the Mirandesa roast beef in one, or the equally delicious chicken quesadillas in the other. Watching her tuck into her Pumpkin Risotto in one, or stealing her chicken quesadillas in the order.
These are small memories, yet ones of infinite pleasure, in the city of Seven Hills.