Let's be honest: few things are more depressing than waking up on a grey morning in Lisbon, smelling that damp earth scent that isn't just earth, but also your laundry that's been on the drying rack since yesterday. Yes, that one. The one that should already be dry, fragrant and put away, but now seems to have absorbed the humidity of the entire Tagus River.
If you live in Campo de Ourique, Alvalade or on the hills of Graça, you know this struggle well. The light rain that insists on appearing — even when the probability...