Lisbon with Soul..Explore with a Native from the city´s heart.

Welcome to São Pedro de Alcântara. A spot where Lisbon lays itself out like a postcard. This is where you press pause, snap a pic, and take in the city’s patchwork: from Alfama’s hills to the downtown Tagus River.
Back in the ‘70s, this was a peaceful place for locals to chat about life over a bica (espresso). Now? It’s where street musicians jam with the skyline and locals argue over which rooftop has the best sunset. (Spoiler: it’s probably this one.)

Looks humble on the outside, but inside? Pure gold — literally. This church is one of the oldest Jesuit churches in the world and a baroque beauty. They say the Chapel of Saint John the Baptist is the most expensive in the world — and once you step inside, you’ll understand why.

Bairro Alto – Rebels, Rockers & Really Good Wine
Bairro Alto is where Lisbon lets its hair down. In the '70s, it was a hideout for journalists, thinkers, and maybe the odd revolutionary whispering about freedom. Now? It’s party central.

By day, it’s calm — sleepy even. But by night, it turns into a chaotic, lovable mix of live music, craft beer This is Lisbon’s heartbeat after dark — just try not to get lost in its tiny streets.

Classy and Literary..
After a devastating hearthquake of Lisbon, Chiado rose from the ashes — literally — and rebranded itself as the chic, intellectual quarter. Poets, painters, writers and journalist, left his mark on the neighbourhood..

Bookshops, concept stores, cafes and theaters, this is where old Lisbon elegance flirts with modern taste.

Santa Justa Lift – Vintage Charm with a Steel Backbone.

Built in 1902, the Santa Justa Lift was Lisbon’s vertical metro before it was cool.

Now it’s both practical and iconic — the city’s industrial-chic tribute to progress. The views up top? Stunning. The wait time? Legendary. It looks a time machine, who knows...

Today it’s one of Lisbon’s most peaceful spots, but on April 25th, 1974, it was the center of Portugal’s peaceful revolution. Soldiers surrounded the building here, the government fell, and someone handed a flower to a soldier... and history was made.

Now you’ll find people sipping coffee where democracy once bloomed. That's Lisbon for you — beauty, bravery, and espresso, all in one square.

The roofless Carmo Convent isn’t broken — it’s just open-minded. Destroyed in the 1755 earthquake, never rebuilt, and somehow more beautiful for it.

Since the '90s, it’s been repurposed for art exhibits, live concerts, and the occasional DJ set under the stars. A mix of Gothic bones and modern soul. Come for the ruins, stay for the vibes.

Rossio is where Lisbon meets — protesters, performers, pigeons, and pastry lovers. It’s seen it all: royal parades, revolutions, and yes, even football fans crying into their beers.

Tucked just off Rossio, this square is small but powerful. It holds stories of tragedy, resilience, and rebirth. In recent decades, it’s become a hub of Afro-Portuguese culture and one of the most vibrant, multicultural corners of the city.

Want real local flavor? Grab a ginjinha (cherry liqueur) at the little bar nearby. Trust me, it's a rite of passage. :)

Just steps away, Bacalhoeira Silva smells like the soul of Portugal: salt cod stacked like edible archives, each piece a chapter of seafaring history. In this temple of fish, you’ll find the scent of grandmothers’ kitchens and stories cured over centuries.

Once the grand entrance to the city, Praça do Comércio was the beating heart of the world’s first global market. Spices from Sri Lanka, gold from Brazil, silks from China,they all passed through here, turning Lisbon into a port of dreams and deals. The arcades still echo with the footsteps of merchants, explorers, and the whispers of empires both rising and falling.

But this square isn’t just about commerce, it’s about courage.

On April 25th, 1974, in this very space, Captain Salgueiro Maia faced the regime’s brigadeiro in a silent, powerful standoff. One man with tanks and carnations. The other, with orders and fear. In that moment, Portugal held its breath… and chose freedom.

And always, at the edge of it all, the Tagus River watches — patient, powerful, poetic.