Seven cities in Portugal, scanned by our AI.

Lisbon climbs across seven hills, with white façades that fade to warm ochre in the sun. The yellow tram 28 squeaks through the narrow streets of Alfama, while the sound of fado drifts from an open window. Here you feel a city that does not hurry, but lets itself be discovered.

The Mosteiro dos Jerónimos in Belém stands as an ode to the Portuguese voyages of discovery. Nearby, at Pastéis de Belém, you buy the real custard tarts, still warm and with a hint of cinnamon. Walk on to the Torre de Belém, built to greet ships from the Tagus.

End your day in a rooftop bar in Bairro Alto. The sun sinks behind the river, the city turns red and residents carry their chairs outside. On evenings like these, Lisbon is a slow, melodious theatre.

Coimbra lives to the rhythm of its students, wrapped in black capes that billow through the stone streets. The university, one of the oldest in Europe, looks out from the hill over the Mondego river. In the Biblioteca Joanina you smell the old paper and see the bats that have protected the books for centuries.

Wander through the old quarter and in the evening hear the fado de Coimbra, melancholic and sung by men rather than women. Settle into a tasca for leitão à Bairrada, roast suckling pig with a crackling crust. Coimbra serves history on your plate.

For many, Faro is only the airport, but those who stay discover a quiet old town behind medieval walls. Through the Arco da Vila you emerge onto small squares with orange trees and azulejo façades. The Capela dos Ossos, a chapel of bones, reminds you of the transience of everything that glitters in the Algarve sun.

From Faro you sail in twenty minutes to the islands of the Ria Formosa. White strips of sand, birds foraging in the lagoon and a sea that shifts from turquoise to silver. Order grilled sardines on the beach, eat them with your hands and feel how slowly time runs here.

Ponta Delgada, capital of São Miguel, opens with a row of white arches along the harbour. The Azores lie in the middle of the Atlantic and the sky here is always in motion, sometimes rain, sometimes sun, sometimes both at once. The city breathes calm, with cafés where the owner remembers your name after one visit.

Just outside the city the Sete Cidades crater opens up, with two lakes coloured green and blue. Further on, the earth boils around Furnas, where local food is stewed for hours in the ground by geothermal heat. Here you travel not to take photos, but to breathe again.