I didn’t have much time to visit Sintra – like I said, there is way too much to see in Portugal to do it all in one go – but I crammed it in anyways, at the end of my last day. Because according to my sister and her fiancé, and just about everybody else who felt inclined to give me travel tips, it was magical, like a weird, medieval fairytale. About half an hour from Lisbon, Sintra is set on a hillside with a small village, thick forest and an abundance of royal retreats, estates and castles. You get there via tiny winding roads that according to wikipedia have the densest traffic in Europe. Which explains why we were met with closed doors at the Pena National Palace. Boo. But no matter, the village has just as much charm and it’s just an excuse to come back!
Both vintage dresses from A Outra Face da Lua in Lisbon; Arizona sandals in Birko Flor Antique Lace by Birkenstock; Canvas ‘Latina’ tote by Rafe New York; Black Cat-eye ‘Anouk’ sunglasses by Tom Ford; Vintage hand-knit cardigan by Risto Bimbiloski.
Photos by Sloan Laurits.