feira da ladra
This morning I went to the Feira da Ladra, behind São Vicente. Sunday, so it was full: old men selling one shoe, a woman with a whole table of doorknobs, records, azulejos that someone definitely took off a wall.
I found a teacup with a blue rim like yours, the ones from the cabinet that you never let anyone use. One euro. I didn't buy it. I have nowhere to put it in the room.
The man selling it said, "For your grandmother?" Everybody in Lisbon knows.