Pastel de back to reality

If I squint my eyes down one of these backstreets, lie down on the tarmac to create a gradient of 45 degrees, and break into the Portuguese bakery on Norfolk St (closed on Sundays) I can still pretend Ruby and I are meandering the hills of Lisbon, dodging trams and biting into the crispy pastry and creamy custard of Portugal's famous pastel de nata.

There is a chill in the air but it's perfect gilet weather. This is some consolation to detract from end of holiday blues.