Sintra

Room with a view.

I remember standing on the little balcony, with my hands on the cold iron rails, feeling the warm morning sun on my face and the fresh hilltop air nourishing my body. I remember thinking to myself how temporal it all felt... There is something enchanting about Sintra. Set amidst rolling hills are quaint little towns, crumbling ruins, pleasure palaces and a magic that lingers in the air. More photos here.