Ironing in Lisbon: Rain, Fairs and Your Hero

There's a silent plague haunting Lisbon homes when the sky decides to turn on the taps. It's not the leaks (that's another story), nor the mold stubbornly sprouting behind the wardrobe. It's the iron. Or rather, the lack of one – or the excess of wrinkled shirts piling up like the clouds over the Castle. If you're reading this, you've probably had to choose between arriving on time to an event or looking like you slept in your clothes. With fairs multiplying, concerts ... (total 10202 chars)