Park on a hill, Lisbon

Once you conquer the top of the hill, the city looks sleepy in the distance. The streets are curvy and the walls high. There is some politically oriented graffiti painted on corners. The sight of sheets dangling in the wind, to dry from wire spread from every angle and every balcony vanishes. It is then that you find this island of a park, overlooking the subtle hum of traffic down there in the big avenue.