Every eve at nine o'clock, wolves gather outside my apartment and howl.
This noise is becoming part of the soundtrack of my portuguese life, which of late, has been full of arty fun with Helena.
Today we explored the Serralves gallery, a small museum with two contemporary art exhibitions. The first, a selection of cute yet morbid paintings, the second a series of videos which seemed to create the feeling of being on the moon.
The Serralves gallery is surrounded by green-ness. A garden/forrest with many hidden mirrors.
On Saturday we ambled up and down Rua Miguel Bombarda art galleries + free caipirinhas = onehelluvastreet.
Balloons!
