olá, avó
Avó, Fátima says she can read these to you on the tablet, so here is the plan: a postcard every week, from your Lisbon, since you can't climb up to the miradouro anymore. I'll walk for both of us.
In English, because you'll correct it anyway. Fátima, please read her the mistakes too. She likes those best.
First postcard: Graça at night, the lights on the river, the tram bell on Rua da Graça. Everything is where you left it.