When Ken first visited Lisbon, something inside him changed forever. He fell in love with this city, its streets, neighborhoods, museums, people, street art and so many other things. This was the city where we gave our first kiss, where we touched each other for the first time, where we got married and where we built our life together. Many times Ken would just go for a walk, randomly to anywhere, and if he would go alone, on returning home, he always brought news of some place he discovered. I remember when we visited Paris in France, he was excited and loved to see the city and monuments, but after a few days, he tells me how he could not wait to go back to Lisbon. There is no place I can go in Lisbon where I do not see him, his presence is everywhere, in the streets, in the museums, in the restaurants, in the gardens, in our neighborhood.
