A door into a past art. Bookbinding in Lisbon.
Spent a couple of days in Lisbon. Not long enough. Spent one day walking from Praca De Alegria to the harbour. Having found my way into Bairro Alto, I enjoyed looking down the streets, taking pictures of wall tiles and graffiti. There was an open door. I looked in and a middle-aged man was standing at a worktable, looking down at something smoking.
I stopped and looked. Asked if I could come in and look. He beckoned me in and showed me around his little workplace. There were letter blocks neatly arranged in rows on the table. He had been putting the gold onto the gold lettering on the back of...