When the lockdown started in Portugal I temporarily moved from Lisbon to a house in a little coastal town close to Porto. Being close to the sea in a situation like this seemed preferable to staying in my apartment in the center of Lisbon and it was.
After 7 weeks of living in this sleepy, deserted and to be frank ugly little beach town I returned to Lisbon. I left the ugliness behind me but the eeriness of empty streets with an occasional masked human walking by remained.
In the weeks after the lockdown people are emerging from their underground lives tentatively populating the streets again.
Stepping out of isolation into the stream of their changed lives.
For me, this series of people arriving at the top of the escalator coming out of the Baixa-Chiado metro station in the center of Lisbon represents the emotion of that moment in time.