If there's one thing 32°C in Lisbon doesn't forgive, it's the desire to iron. With the thermometer hitting the high thirties — and humidity doing the rest — the idea of pulling out the ironing board and iron becomes a form of modern torture. And it's not just you: this summer, searches for "ironing service" in Lisbon surged 111% compared to the average. It's official. The hot iron has lost the battle.
While the city fills with fairs, summer parties and the eternal desire to do nothing, the pile of wrinkled clothes grows like a...