Made it back to Lisbon.
Checked into the Hotel Aviz this time. Where the guest roster’s included Frank Sinatra, Eva Peron — and us.
But we had to run a marathon to get there. Meaning our taxi driver could only get so close to the hotel because a major street was closed off for a runners’ event. So we had to crash it to get where we needed to go.
Once there, we hopped the subway to find some New Year’s Eve doings.
Chiado, a popular neighborhood, was starting to heat up on this chilly winter night.
Dining outdoors in 40-something degrees. Made sure I was on top of the heater.
The seafood paelha wasn’t bad, but Mitch makes a much better version. Still toasty, like a comfy pair of socks.
Votos de Boas Festas — Season’s Greetings …
And Happy New Year, everybody, from us party animals.
In transit New Year’s Day, back to NYC. Later…