Back in June, my sister and I spent a glorious week in the Portuguese capital, Lisbon. The new 'hotspot' is a contrast of new & old, rickety trams meander their way through narrow cobbled streets, amongst the throngs of tourists all here to gaze at the tiled houses and feast on chargrilled sardines, pastel de nata & chilled white port. 

Our trip happened to coincide with the start the San Antonio festivities, a very lucky coincidence indeed. The beautiful Alfama area, a hilly, maze of cobbled lanes, was transformed into one huge outdoor eatery, with makeshift bars and barbecue stalls set up, adorned with brightly coloured flags and bunting. Old ladies sold the local tipple 'ginja' a sour cherry brandy, out of the their living room windows and by night the area erupted into one big street party. Young and old, families and friends, everyone was out enjoying the live music, dancing and drinking ice cold caprinhias.