Azinhaga da Cidade

Há uns anos, um advogado norte-americano contava-me que tinha visitado Lisboa no início de 1975, que nessa altura a cidade estava muito confusa, "something about a revolution", e que a única coisa que se lembrava era da praça onde desembarcou, vindo do Algarve.

"It's a big square by the river side. The train used to stop on the south side and then you'd have to take a ferry boat to the center of Lisbon."

"Oh, that must be Praça do Comércio.", disse eu.

"Yes, I think that's it. At the time it was very dirty, full of propaganda over the walls and the statue."

"Really?! The statue of D. José with his horse was covered with propaganda?!"

"Horse?... Are you sure? I could swear it was an elephant..."