I made it to the river Tagus walking down the back streets of Moscavide and across the railway line where a few graffitis called my attention, as well as a rather "creative" gardening project on a piece of abandoned terrain.
The modern city coastline almost blended into the old neighbouring quarters at the distance of just a few seconds and a mere hundred steps seemed to create the impression that one was not in the same city or that one had just crossed a frontier of some sort ...
The reduced number of people walking about, together with the blue colours of the river and the sky gave me a sense of "being alive"... and once I came upon the Iberian linx sculpture that feeling increased even further ... they are being protected against extinction ... and so are ...
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