lights
The Christmas lights are up. The big tree is in Praça do Comércio again, all lights, and the arch is lit too, and on Rua Augusta the lights go all the way down to the river.
I won't make it to Coimbra for Christmas, avó. The restaurant is open every day until January. I'm sorry. I'll call on the twenty-fourth, Fátima will hold the phone.
I walked down Rua Augusta tonight with my hands in my pockets and pretended you were holding my arm.