By which I mean ‘down’ in the physical rather than spiritual sense.

Never before have I spent time in a city where the tiltation of one’s head is so evenly spread between pointing upwards, downwards and on the level (each position claiming about a third of your time).

I was very much aware of this peculiarity – a symptom of Lisbon’s innate hilliness – at the time.

But the exactitude of my theory was only compounded on return to the UK, as I browsed through the images I’d captured. About a third of them were shot upwards, a third downwards and a third roughly level.

Strange.

Here are some of the ‘down’ pictures.