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Alfama is one of the oldest head-quarters of Lisbon, crowed of people since many centuries ago: Islamic, African, Jewish and ‘alfacinhas’ (people of Lisbon).

Nestled in the hillside of Saint Jorge’s Castle, Alfama remains trapped by the city that runs quickly and noisy outside.

June is the month consecrated to ‘Santo António of Lisbon’, the holly saint of Alfama. Narrow lains, small and dangerous stairs and alleys of Alfama are fully decorated, calling for the outsiders for the celebrations. All around we see crockery water pots reminding the old story of this saint, who had his cradle nearby, loved to break crockery waterpots to the girls near the lots of fountains that Alfama had.

All kinds of colourful carnation plants, daisies and forget-me-nots mixed with paper flowers are hanging on the old windows of the whole neighbourhood: the homage fills the streets!

Throughout generations and generations groups of children make colourful small thrones (with five little steps decorated with earthen pots that contain carnations and sweet basils or coins. On the top stands the saint).

Thousands of times children take off the saint from his stairs, cuddling the saint’s bald hair and convincing the passer-by with "one tostãozinho (an antique penny coin) to the Saint' António’. Well, euro coin still did not enter in the tradition!

If you ask «- Is the coin just for the saint?» you will hear the same reply that has been already given by their grandparents: «- It is for him, but it’s to buy candies for us». Who does not know that Santatoninho loves children... he even carries one on the lap…

The sweet odour of the little dishes filled with ‘arroz-doce’ surrounds the visitor… ‘arroz doce’ is a Lisbon’s dessert made by rice, sugar, full milk, perfumed by lemon peels and little pieces of cinnamon). The egg’s yolk gives the yellow colour. The plates of ‘arroz doce’ are decorated with different drawings and the ‘ink’ is cinnamon powder.

We can appreciate circles (obtained with a wet cup), small spots, little squares, circles, little pigeons, hearts with crossed arrows or not, as the love moods of the cookers... and customers also choose from their own love moods…

The odour comes to children’s nostrils and the calling for a little coin becomes more vibrant from the mouth of the flocks of little hungry sparrows.

The time will pass by and these children will be young single lovers, who dream of having their sweet basil decorated with a pink paper carnation given by their lovers… the carnations will be red or orange for the married ones and purple when the sighs of the past still make their hearts trembled.

The sweet basil, the carnation and the little poem written on a cutted paper is choosen, deeply silencing the passionate hearts. The sweet basil will die in spite of the caring hands fulfilling the popular saying to water and put it on the moonlight, but the paper carnation will tenderly kept until losing the colour and the brightness of the purpurin powder.

On the top of wooden platforms men and women pointing to the hamper, are shouting "Who wants fat sardine, made of silver (scales)"?

Meanwhile they remain shacking the live coals of the small crockery cookers with a straw fun, coal needs air...

The idlers do not resist: in a oily dripping bread or on a scalding plate with potatoes, raw tomatoes and cucumbers, people chew roasted sardines ‘vivas da costa’ (Portuguese popular expression: the direct translation can be "lives from the Ocean coast", meaning they arrive from the coast still alive, proving the perfect conditions of their meat) while drinking a "copito de três" (another popular expression; is a small glass that measures three fingers high and it is served overflowing).

It’s Saint António’s night; we must eat, drink and breathe the odours in order to awake our five senses, to dance and to fall in love...

Around three or four o’clock in the morning people always need a calm place, a "Retiro" for the poor crawled feet.

These places are covered by odorific plants and inside there are wooden benches and tables with towels painted in blue, red or green little squares.

"Come to Alfama, all of you" says touched Mr. António Pipi of the Grilled Sardines that for seventy and four years makes this party on his «Retiro» nestled together to the Escadinhas de S. Miguel.

The benches are being hammered; the balloons are enlightened, putting the best colours to Alfama with its arcs of paper and dreams joins our hearts in this magical night...

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Text and photos by Cremilde Barreiros;

Bandstands drawings by Mr. Pipi de Alfama.