It's actually Joana Vasconcelos at Palácio da Ajuda, but you can't quite shake the feeling that you've just entered one of Lewis Carroll's novels and walked into a magical world of fantasy. You half expect to see a white rabbit in a waistcoat, looking at a pocket watch and saying 'Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be late!' materializing in front of you at any second. And you don't remember falling down the rabbit hole or drinking the magic 'Drink Me' potion, but you surely must have, otherwise how would you explain this?
WARNING: 3-hour-lines plus jet lag may potentiate the effects described above... In which case, the name of the venue 'Palace of Help' seems oddly appropriate.
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