#metro de lisboa

[milkywayrollercoaster]

Estação de metro Restauradores

Lisboa

Azulejos Nadir Afonso

#metro de lisboa #restauradores #nadir afonso #azulejos #geometrismo #lisboa

[sea-jester]

os losers da jmj estarem aqui no porto devia ser crime ngl

#um grupo de tipo 60 pessoas tavam a fazer um barulho do caralho em campanhã😭😭 #tipo podem ficar apenas por lisboa sff #já para não falar que perdi o metro por causa deles e tive de esperar mais de 15 minutos para o seguinte... JAIL!

[robpegoraro]

A little Lisbon and Web Summit advice

A little Lisbon and Web Summit advice

When I arrived in Lisbon for Web Summit in 2016, I had about the least experience possible with the place for somebody who had visited it once before–because that previous visit happened when I was one year old. But over four more Web Summit trips in 2017, 2018, 2019 and 2021, I’ve gotten a much deeper sense of the city and the conference. If you’re coming to both for the first time, I hope you…

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#Altice Arena #conference #Feira Internacional de Lisboa #LIS #Lisboa #Lisbon #Lisbon Metro #panels #Portugal #Web Summit #Web Summit app

[hardsadness]

Estação de Metro em Lisboa, Portugal

[allthebrazilianpolitics]

Strike over privatizing Sao Paulo public transport causes crowds, delays in metro area of 20 million

Long lines appeared in Sao Paulo’s bus and subway stations Tuesday as a strike opposing privatization efforts of public transport in South America’s largest city caused delays. Traffic on some routes stalled completely in the metropolitan area of 20 million people.

Sao Paulo state Gov. Tarcísio de Freitas, who took office in January, called the strike “unreasonable.” He told reporters he had campaigned for looking into privatizations, concessions and “the participation of private capital in public services as a way of bringing investment.”

It was not clear how long the strike would last, and there appeared to be little room for negotiations. The governor insisted that privatization had been the “winning position” in the election and that “to not accept that position is to not accept the results of the polls.”

Camila Lisboa, president of the Sao Paulo Subway Workers Union, which opposes privatization, lamented “authoritarian statements that do not consider the right to strike.” Lisboa claimed that privatization would lead to more expensive fares and poor service — a position also embraced by part of the opposition.

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#brazil #brazilian politics #politics #workers' rights #mod nise da silveira #image description in alt

[lisboaumretrato]

Júlio Resende, Painéis de azulejo, Estação de Metro, Jardim Zoológico, Sete Rios, Lisboa, Portugal, 1994.1995

#Júlio Resende #Lisboa #Portugal #LXArte #LXPública #Jardim Zoológico #Sete Rios

[ridudu]

O meu aniversário de 20 anos post appreciation

A sequência de acontecimentos que ocorreram durante a celebração dos meus 20 anos. O plano para celebrar o meu aniversário foi ir ao concerto dos Hetta e outras duas bandas no dia 27, onde a meio do concerto ia ficar dia 28 que pronto é o dia do meu aniversário, e depois voltar para minha casa e fazermos um sleepover.

Primeiramento todo começou com a Sofia a Dodo a Lily e o Diogo a chegar tarde a minha casa que era o ponto de encontro para todos sairmos ao mesmo tempo para ir apanhar o autocarro.

Emo besties slaying atrasados para ir apanhar o autocarro.

Nós depois de termos apanhado o primeiro autocarro e entrado no metro, Diogo was doing his makeup no metro como sempre, a este ponto já é tradição ele fazer a sua maquiagem em todo o lado menos em casa.

A única foto que temos no metro com esta perspetiva.

Nós em cacilhas á espera para entrar no barco. (...)

Ok as próximas fotos podem não estar por ordem cronalógica mas foram todos tiradas já dentro do armazem, exceto a primeira, onde era o concerto.

O sitio era no cais mesmo ao lado do rio e a parede do lado do rio era toda de vidro e dava para ver toda a margem sul.

Selfies:

Well well well pelos visto só posso publicar um video por cada publicação, por isso não vou por os videos do concerto aqui mas talvez adicione com reblogs.

Anyways, os concertos aconteceram 10/10, quero ver de novo. (I was so fucking happy)

E as fotos seguites foram tiradas depois dos concertos.

Fora de recinto

E acabamos a nossa noite em lisboa sentados á beira do muito pouco poluído rio tejo.

Voltamos para minha casa e fomos ver Insidious (goofy ass horror movie) (still scary tho)

Chegamos a casa e recebi prendinhas dos amiguinhos, brincos bué slay e uma mini riri vela

E mimimos.

(Eu sou o montinho dos lençois com corações.)

De manhã acordamos (era praticamente tarde) e fizemos silly things. Tipo comprar desesperadamente os bilhetes para ir ver a barbie e oppenheimer para o dia seguinte.

(i love this photo)

E finalmente decorámos o bolo e cantámos os parabéns.

É suposto recriar evangelian, onde cada um de nós fez desenhos e espetou no bolo

FiM.

[godzilla-and-aang-monsters]

Pykretorvos

Altura: 165 metros

Longitud: 495 metros

Peso: 70,000 toneladas

Primer Avistamiento: Lisboa [Tierra: Teratoverso]

Guarida: Lisboa [Tierra: Teratoverso] Desierto Iakahoma [Avatarverso]

Controles: Fuego Control [Bolas de Fuego, Rafaga Incendiaria, Tornado Inflamable] Energia Control [Rayo de Energía] Agua Control [Nado, Remolino hirviente]

Aspecto: Torvosaurus (Dino Rey) + Torvosaurus (Dinosaur Revolution)

Aliados:

Humanos: Aang, Katara, Soka, Iroh, Zuko

Kaijus y otras bestias: Anguirus, Godzilla, Mothra, Rodan, Gorosaurus y Baragon

Enemigos:

Humanos: Ozai y Azula

Kaijus y otras bestias: King Ghidorah, Acecornus, Ariaf Rexus

#avatar aang #avatar: the last airbender #avatarverse #kaiju #tokusatsu #toho #sega #dinosaur king #capcom #discovery channel #dinosaur revolution #torvosaurus

[momo-de-avis]

Olá! Eu fui de férias e agora os meus amigos contaram-me que o metro vai fechar por causa das jornadas. Isso é verdade? Em plena Lisboa?

Se não estou em erro (já verifico) o metro fa baixa e terreiro vão fechar por causa das jornadas, sim

[kiki-de-la-petite-flaque]

Num prédio da cidade da Amadora, uma cidade junto a Lisboa, o mural de tributo à grande fadista Amália Rodrigues, feito pelo artista Sérgio Odeith.

O prédio encontra-se junto à Estação de Metro de Amadora-Este.

Foto: Luís M. F. de Paula Campos

#Sérgio Odeith #Luís M. F. de Paula Campos

[ignacionovo]

¡Hola, buenos días, humanidad! ¡Feliz jueves! Hoy os dejo la imagen del Monumento a los Descubrimientos (en portugués: Monumento aos Descobrimentos), también conocido como Padrão dos Descobrimentos, un monumento construido en 1960, en la margen del río Tajo, en Belém, Lisboa, para conmemorar los 500 años de la muerte de Enrique el Navegante. Tiene una altura de 52 metros y celebra a los marineros, patrones reales y todos los que participaron en el desarrollo de la Era de los Descubrimientos. El monumento representa la idealización romántica de la exploración portuguesa e incluye una plataforma de observación en la parte superior, que ofrece vistas panorámicas del río Tajo, el Puente 25 de Abril y la Torre de Belém.

Para tener en cuenta...

Perdí mi rumbo, pero al dejar de preocuparme tanto, mi amor se volvió libre. Al suavizarme, encontré mi fuerza. Cometí errores, pero aprendí que todo estaría bien. Al permitirme estar confundido, escuché mi verdadera voz. Al dejar de luchar contra el dolor, estuve más presente. Al dejar de intentar que las cosas fueran perfectas, me di cuenta de que eran lo suficientemente hermosas tal como eran. Al soltar a aquellos que necesitaban volar, los que realmente importaban volvieron a mí. La vida tiene una manera de hacer que todo sea hermoso de la manera más sorprendente, y por eso la llamamos una aventura. Espero que estas ironías resuenen contigo. Y recuerda, el cambio es una señal de crecimiento, ¡así que enorgullécete de ello! 🌟

[milkywayrollercoaster]

Azulejos no Metro de Entre Campos

Lisboa

Maria Keil

foto cjmn

#azulejos #metro de Lisboa #geometrias

[dybdahlsvisitportugalspainfrance]

More of Lisbon. Hey - it's a big place!

September 4, 2023

We spent the morning exploring parts of Lisbon that we haven't explored on this trip. The weather was not perfect - with lots of intermittent rain showers and wind, but it is never the weather that is bad - just the clothes you have on to deal with the weather. So we were OK!

We met our bus driver, Paco and watched his amazing skills as he navigated forward - and backward - places this huge bus should not go. Our bus is designed to comfortably seat 53 people - so the 17 of us are quite comfy.

We started with a small tour of some places Mark and I had seen on the Hop-on/Hop off bus and then started to explore other places too. We saw the Portugal Parliment but my picture taken through a rain spattered window was pathetic - so "hello my dear friend, Internet."

We worked our way to the one neighborhood that survived the earthquake, fire and tsunami of 1755 - the Alfama.

The roads are small and twisty and many of the roads cannot be transversed by even the smallest vehicle.

The place is built into hills - so steps are everywhere. (That is our sweet leader, Carolina. That is Car-o-leena. FYI.)

These houses were built in the 1500s. Many are covered with tile for easy maintenance.

St Anthony is the patron saint of Lisboa and he was born in the Alfama. This cathedral was built on his birth place.

So the buzz on St. Anthony is that he is the patron saint of match making. Women hoping to find the man or their dreams come here and light a candle. Also he is the patron saint of "missing items". Can't find the car keys? Light a candle and ta-da!

To get to St. Anthony's just grab a trolley.

Shortly after our St. Anthony experience we stopped for coffee and an egg custard tart - Pastéis De Nata - THE Portuguese treat.

And - I can eat these. YUMMY!!!

Our walk eventually took us to the main square of the city - the square where the palace of the king and queen USED to be before it was destroyed by the tsunami in 1755. The new palace was built far from the sea after that event.

We continued exploring in the rain and saw the elevator

We kept walking and got to the main square of the city - the end of the line from the traffic circle from Marquis de Pombol. Check out the patterns in the circle. It is an optical illusion - because it is flat. Weird!

Some our group headed back to the hotel and some of us stayed on to enjoy - a local favorite - Bifanas (pork belly on a bun with mustard.) I couldn't have the bun - but the pork belly was yummy!

As we walked to the Metro we saw this...

Carolina explained to us that this atrocity was a recent find in the hidden history of Lisbon. In 1506 in the middle of the Portuguese Inquisition a congregation of this church...

...mainly made up of "new" Christians - former Jews who had converted rather than die or be expelled - experience a "miracle." The alter was suddenly illuminated and the priest fell to his knees overcome by this miracle, but a parishioner said - HEY - WAIT - that is only the sunlight coming through that window. The priest was enraged and demanded that this "doubter" be killed - there and now. He was - and then the "real" Christians fell on the "new" Christians and killed them too. Then it was buried deep in the history books to be found quite by accident 500 years later.

Now, this church, has a series of bad events. Fire and other things have haunted this place for 600 years. Karma? Whatever it is, it has never had the same power as it experienced before 1500. To quote my granddaughter. when we are discussing history- or new jewelry, "I'm intrigued!"

From here we took the Metro to our hotel. PERFECT. Many people did many different things - but I took a nap. Only 40 minutes - but just the right amount of time to re-charge for dinner.

We took a lovely walk down the Avenue da Liberdade until we reached the funicular. The weather was perfect!!! We had some" technical difficulties" so we waited, waited, and waited but finally - we were headed up. We arrived at the overlook that Mark and I had visited yesterday. We felt so superior knowing exactly where were were...

At the top of the funicular we had a wonderful surprise from Carolina...

A cherry liquor served in chocolate cups. SWEET!!!!! Then on to our Welcome Dinner.

We had a wonderful dinner and a Fado performance. Fado is a Portuguese tradition and is a UNESCO intangible culture designation.

It was so much fun!!!

Check this out - (these are not the artists we saw - but it gives you a good understanding of this art.)

Tomorrow we will explore the city of Sintra. New discoveries await. I love my life!!!!

Stay tuned.

#Youtube

[kikoeluademel]

Dias 3, 4 e 5

Boas caros amigos e família,

Aqui estamos nós de volta para vos contar os últimos 3 dias em Los Angeles.

Este relato vem em modo compilação e com atraso por motivos de saúde - já fui derrotada por uma bacteriazinha qualquer, provavelmente residente nas máquinas de refill de refrigerantes - e entre febre e as outras coisas que uma gastroenterite aguda implica (poupo-vos detalhes gráficos), tem sido difícil encontrar força para escrever.

Mas nada temam, porque sempre que acontecia qualquer coisa merecedora de partilha (que é quase o mesmo que dizer sempre que o meu marido fazia qualquer coisa engraçada) anotava nas notas do telemóvel.

Portanto, tínhamos ficado ainda no hotel luxuoso de Hollywood onde tivemos o prazer de dormir mais uma noite e por tivemos refiro-me a mim e à bela adormecida que teve de usar o meu tapa-olhos porque as condições de blackout de luz eram tão boas como as de privacidade da casa-de-banho.

Depois de um pequeno-almoço bem calórico no I-HOP, seguimos rumo a Beverly Hills e à Rodeo Drive para ver como é que os ricos vivem.

Para horas depois termos a experiência oposta - a nossa primeira viagem de metro. Quando vos digo que foi uma experiência completamente surreal é um understatement. E atenção que já tínhamos tido a experiência do metro em Nova Iorque, à qual já me tinha referido como uma autêntica parada de malucos. Difícil descrever o que se passou naqueles 30 minutos de viagem mas vou tentar com recurso às notas que fiz no telemóvel no momento.

Todas as potenciais carruagens que ponderamos entrar eram um autêntico freakshow, das quais destaco um amiguinho que murmurava coisas por entre os lábios, fixando o olhar em mim com uma intensidade assustadora. Apercebemo-nos que mais à frente se estava a criar o que mais tarde apelidámos de ‘carruagem da normalidade’, onde se juntavam outros turistas enganados e os nativos sem alternativa. Sentámo-nos a alguma distância um do outro pela fraca disponibilidade de assentos asseados e passado alguns minutos o kiko pergunta se ‘as amigas’ ainda estão ao pé de mim na carruagem, que se sente mais seguro com elas por perto. E as amigas, ilustradas abaixo, eram duas turistas do norte da Europa com 20 anos.

A sua outra observação pertinente foi que normalmente no metro de lisboa se quer estar afastado das pessoas. Aqui é ao contrário- juntinhos na carruagem dos sãos all the way.

Ainda não totalmente safos, tivemos uma unwelcomed visit de um senhor que se sentou a poucos metros de mim que emanava o pior odor que já alguma vez senti na vida (eu sei que sou sensível a isto mas também sou médica e já passei por muito em termos de olfacto). Num ápice levanto- me para o centro da carruagem com o kiko preocupado perguntando-me o que se passava. Sem conseguir responder concentrada em não vomitar, o cheiro chega-lhe finalmente a ele. E como um marido dedicado e preocupado teve a reação expectável: partir-se a rir de mim e filmar os meus acessos de vómitos - prova em baixo.

Viagem do terror terminada, chegamos a Downtown LA onde fomos ver o museu The Broad de arte contemporânea que gostámos muito e fomos a yet another farmers market na baixa.

Foi por volta desta altura que a febre começou a bater e, enquanto eu fiquei a descansar no quarto, o marido foi ver o Hollywood sign de perto e ver novamente como os ricos vivem.

Dia seguinte fomos rumo a Venice Beach onde íamos ficar duas noites, numa viagem de uma hora de autocarro - bendito autocarro- sem pagar um tusto. O autocarro também reúne o seu share de malucos mas não sei como explicar mas os do autocarro são o good kind of crazy. Por exemplo uma senhora que fez connosco a viagem até ao fim que quando chegou a Venice disse várias vezes à condutora ‘thank you, appreciate it’ incluindo cá fora já com o autocarro a milhas continuava a gritar ‘thank you driveeeeeeer’ ‘thank you driveeeeeeer’.

Em Venice ficamos num hotel muito típico sea-front.

Novo pico de febre o que significa nova aventura sozinho do Kiko. Foi passear pela Venice Boardwalk e eu cheia de remorsos por deixá-lo sozinho e não poder aproveitar. Sozinho ou pelo menos achava eu…

Pelos vistos teve a companhia o tempo todo de outro maluco que dizia vezes repetidas ‘ I am following this mannnn! In America! Can you believe it??’, acto que teve a sua piada durante alguns quarteirões, ao fim dos quais o Kiko se vira para trás irritado e lhe pede que páre. Advertência que foi recebida com uma reação infantil de vergonha com uma tentativa de se esconder.

A sério, não há nada como a Murica no que toca a maluquice.

No resto do tempo em Venice (e como este post já se está a tornar longo), e comigo já parcialmente recuperada, fizemos a boardwalk de Venice até Santa Monica visitando os pontos iconicos como a Muscle Beach - onde o schwarzenneger puxava ferro, cheio de bombadoes -, o skatepark - muito a lords of dogtown-, os canais de Venice - de onde obtém o seu nome- e o Santa Monica Pier com a sua célebre feira popular.

Gostámos muito desta zona costeira de Los Angeles.

De noite, passeámos na Abbot Kinney Blvd, uma rua com restaurantes e lojas trendy, que na primeira sexta feira do mês se enche de food trucks e gente gira, incluindo uma celebridade ou outra.

Neste momento escrevo-vos do avião para Phoenix onde vamos começar a nossa roadtrip de 10 dias pelos parques naturais, começando pelo Grand Canyon.

Com mais notícias em breve

Beijoca dos newlyweds

[mindfulcuppa]

Passed Impressions; Threads Sewn with Word and Image

2 >Tokyo >Helsinki >Lisbon >Waking Life

Tokyo

Japan air flew me like a special guest to Tokyo, a delightful transportation in the air. When I arrived, I had no real idea of how to get around, nor had I any Japanese in the lexicon (if only) - so anything like beer and soba noodles would grasp towards comfort.

Call me cringe, but there was something magical about eating Japanese food in Japan. Though I did only had a brief gesture, a taste or morsel if you will, it encouraged a more detailed dive into food there. Hiromi had told me about a miniature car racetrack that they had inside of the airport, but unfortunately it wasn’t open late, so instead I sat on the Haneda observation deck in the rain and watched the planes takeoff. In the gate there were a deluge of people waiting to board to Singapore too, I sat with a family while their kids made up games to play with their temporary terminal friends. “I like to learn but I don’t like school, I like to read but I don’t like books,” one of them riddled. I sipped on a Japanese electrolyte drink and smiled at them as they laughed. 

Helsinki

Helsinki is a strange aura, in the airport at least… people at customs are very nice and all have healthy silver blonde hair. I am looking around a while, finally settling at a bar on the observation deck; I talk with the man at the bar, estimating an expensive cocktail about to be billed. Aspiring for a Finnish Vodka martini, and settling for a gin & tonic with Juniper berries, the bartender and I exchange some broken English pleasantries before I sit down and draw.

Lisbon

After about one and a half days of transit, the eventual arrival to destino Lisboa was a relief. I would walk to the bustling metro station conveniently placed 100 metres or so from the airport and try to find myself a ticket. There was a palpable stickiness to the air underground, and feeling the atmosphere inside the train grew a distant unknown. Embarrassingly I had forgotten the PIN number on the debit card I have had for half a decade, which only left me with about €50 until further notice. I would buy anything I could online, guessing items from the images with the websites all in Portuguese… Before I reached the hostel, four men on the street offered to sell me weed and cocaine (sure it was…). Oversharing, I explained that even if I wanted to, I only had €20 in cash to last me for some days and I had no access to other money. Also a heavy bag on my shoulders and way finding eyes. 

Having passed metrics of time and space now, eaten a yummy tomato and cheese baguette and 2 pastel de nata, and snapped images of old fountains - I was tired. I think I stepped over 20,000 this day and finally made it to the ‘Good Night’ hostel (phew). I listened to the sounds of the accordion on the cobblestone street from the balcony, it felt like a shift in time. 

Waking Life

In the morning, I would arrange to meet two people from the meta verse to share a car out to a 6 day festival in the Portuguese countryside (Crato). Miguel from Porto, Harry from Glasgow, and myself found each other at the aeroporto before getting picked up in an Uber, and taken for a loooong drive in context. I think it was about 200km, with 20km of that being unsealed and dust-cloud birthing abaft our bumper. 

The festival was lush (to put it lightly), and impressed with the natural mounded structures, bamboo assemblage, stage designs, and the lake (c/o mother nature, not WL of course…). There were bridges built, pontoon ferries across the lake (and if you’re lucky, with little chaperone children helpers), nests, treehouses, safe spaces, shade structures, a cinema, and regenerative forests. If one was to dream, i’m sure they would find some common ground with this festival. 

Personally, I spent lots of time reading, swimming, dancing, and listening. Some musical highlights were Donna Leake, ADAB, Cosmo Sofi, Greg Foat, Baba Sissoko & Jean-Philippe Rykiel, Daphni, ALABASTER DEPLUME, Mark Ernestus Ndagga Rhythm Force, Zozo, Palms Trax, Aleksi Perälä, and Dele Sosimi Afrobeat Orchestra. The music didn’t stop the whole time, so there was lots that missed too.

Flying a kite really high next to the music at the Praia stage provided a moment of bliss, watching others get lost in the hypnotic floating in the sky, the wavering dance, it made others smile which made me happy. There was a lot of gentle motion throughout the week; beauty in stillness, and comparative liberation through movement. Learning from each other was another noticeable effort, space being allocated to apuoro - where generous a exchange of lessons culminated around topics of dream and sensation. Specifically I enjoyed learning about reversing and remembering dreams, which has sent me on a path since. 

Another special moment was in approach of the Má Estrela set (contemporary Portuguese experimental jazz{?}). The curiosity was well and truly high in the soundcheck, in fact, only few could distinguish what was going on. I sat next to this man as he rolled some sort of smoke, he was British and we had polite conversation. On my other shoulder was a mademoiselle whom seemed to know about the band upcoming. “I’m not sure if you’ll like it…” she said throwing caution, I said “We’ll see” and we sat alone but together in observation and listening. Experiencing waves of synthesis, saxophone, drone, and erratic drums in very different ways I predict, we tilted our heads with different signatures. The British man could not handle the jazz, and left before the first song would conclude. Following the set, it seemed like there was the world to talk about with my neighbour, so we stayed in each others space together for some moments to unfold our introspections.

Enjoy the images, and a couple field recordings I snapped along the way of some of the music. I appreciate you reading these memories. 

#travel writing #dipped in foreign lands #visual storytelling #lisbon #waking life #tokyo

[diogenesz2020portugal]

Nas cidades portuguesas, cada centímetro de espaço costumava ser utilizado para construir casas 🏘. Algumas casas têm apenas 3 metros de largura. A portugál városokban régen minden talpalatnyi helyet kihasználtak házak építésére. Némelyik ház alig 3 méter széles. Encontrei a minha terra 💚❤️🇵🇹 - As caras de Lisboa 24. Hazára találva - Lisszabon arcai #encontreiaminhaterra #carasdeLisboa #hazáratalálva #BoaLisBoa #perdidoemLisboa #minhalisboasecreta #aminhalisboa #olhar_de_lisboa #sharing_portugal #MyPerspectivePt  #portugal_a_gramas #perdidoemPortugal #retratosdavida #coresdelisboa  #lisboa #dream_dealer_lisboa  #lisboncolors #lisboacolorida #lisboamaravilhosa #ruasdelisboa #segredosdeLisboa #amar_lisboa  #maravilhasdelisboa #lisboaautentica #streetphotography #streetphotos #visitlisboa (at Paço de Arcos) https://www.instagram.com/p/CfVvypbI6Bk/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#encontreiaminhaterra #carasdelisboa #hazáratalálva #boalisboa #perdidoemlisboa #minhalisboasecreta #aminhalisboa #olhar_de_lisboa #sharing_portugal #myperspectivept #portugal_a_gramas #perdidoemportugal #retratosdavida #coresdelisboa #lisboa #dream_dealer_lisboa #lisboncolors #lisboacolorida #lisboamaravilhosa #ruasdelisboa #segredosdelisboa #amar_lisboa #maravilhasdelisboa #lisboaautentica #streetphotography #streetphotos #visitlisboa