Meet Me at the Blue Door
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Hana is travelling alone in Lisbon. She writes to her friend Sam about a blue door, a tiny garden and a new friend with four cats.
Dear Sam,
I am in Lisbon! I arrived on Tuesday at six in the morning. My hostel is in the old town, next to a small bakery.
Every morning, I sit at a table outside the bakery. There is a blue door between the bakery and a flower shop. Behind the door, there is a tiny garden. An old woman lives there with four cats.
On Friday, she invited me in. We drank tea under a lemon tree. She doesn't speak English, and I don't speak Portuguese. But we laughed for an hour.
You arrive on the 14th, right? Meet me at the blue door at noon. Don't be late. The cats eat at half past twelve.
Love, Hana