Introduction
It's hot. Really hot. The kind that melts the cobblestones in Commerce Square and turns any veranda into a glass greenhouse. We're in the middle of a heatwave, with Lisbon hitting 38°C, and there’s a silent victim of all this scorching weather: the ironing board. Yes, the one leaning in the corner, gathering dust, while you stare at the laundry basket and sigh. You're not alone. In fact, this week we've already received 14 requests from neighbors in the district that started with the phrase: “I can't ta...