For some reason Portugal had never seemed too exciting to me. Lacking any knowledge of Portuguese culture I would have prefered to go to Spain anytime.
Then I got to know some Portuguese people, went for a visit and now happily admit: I was wrong. I liked Lisbon more than any Spanish city I had been to.
My expectations were not too high and we probably had the worst weather possible but still: There are places you go to and you are enchanted. Lisbon was such a place to me.
In January the narrow streets of Alfama were basically deserted, at least we were the only tourists to be seen.
And then there is the mixture of tile work and walls full of graffity. The almost stereotypical view of old ladies putting up laudry and the sound of Fado.
It is probably just one of these places you have to experience, pictures do not do justice.