Because of that time in which I happened to be in Lisbon…they say – the first impression lasts forever and the same way like New York comes in my imagination framed in the Autumn’s gold scattered in Central Park, Lisbon has that gentle magenta hue about him. It was a spring time in Portugal. And the trees of Jacaranda threw a subtle veil over the streets and squares of Lisbon. It was truly a fairy tale setting – white&gray harmony of buildings and pavements and a lilac smear in the air from the trees. I was expecting the princess’s carriage of elegant white with the silver rims turning up from any corner. The air was spring-fresh without that late summer taste of dust deposited on the deep greens of the traditional trees. And despite of that I’ve seen many wonders and world-famous landmarks of the Portuguese capital, I will remember it different. The gentle grace of Jacaranda trees, this delicate pallet will always represent for me Lisbon.