Maybe this all could change, I guess. Maybe someday I'll go there and it'll make sense.
As it is, the best memory I have of Coimbra is actually a memory of someone I know who's from there, Raquel.
We were in this Facebook music group and she'd always post the oddest stuff - some of it so odd that I can't find traces of it anywhere. So one day I hit her up and we started talking, and for the next few months we'd trade songs with each other. She opened up my eyes to a lot of stuff I don't think I'd usually listen to, stuff like this lady here, Soledad Vélez, Dirty Beaches, The Shaggs, and god knows what else.
True, some of it just didn't stick, but some other stuff became instant favourites.
It's not much of a memory to attribute to any given place, but hey - them's the breaks.
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