We see less and less the laundry hanging outside the windows in the streets of Portugal. The colorful underwear and shirts dancing in the wind always brought color to the Portuguese little alleys and narrowed cobblestone streets, dripping on people in display for anyone to see.  In our apartment building we have to go to the basement to wash and dry and it’s a small fortune at the end of the year. I didn’t run the bathroom wall, but the drier machine wasn’t available so hang the laundry on furniture and doors all over my living room ahaha. Inspired in a chat with my good friend Carmen.