Sintra

Around the corner from a palace, an unexpected rainforest. The heart of an absolute orange. The lace of an azulejo, the spiral of a hidden staircase, petitgrain after petitgrain after petitgrain...Welcoming visions everywhere. The glow of an absolute vanilla. A fountain whispers, a turret smiles, a garden greets you with its hands. A castle does a peacock wheel. A soft and colourful walk, a pause soon and the surprise of a sweet marshmallow confectionery. The present of childhood. Musks. Getting lost.