Alfama (from arabic Al-hamma), the medieval, with its Moorish and Islamic origins, quarter of Lisbon which happens to be heart of city, a small village that dwells within the big city limits, where the time has a different meaning, it hasn’t stopped but refused to go faster, and “modern” is a fancy, outsider word. My favorite place to be a traveler within my own city and wander in the maze of narrow streets, something very few of my fellow citizens do in non-festive occasions, the time of the year where most of the old quarters become a massive popular party ground but, on the other hand, loose their slower pace.