Somewhere in lovely Lisbon, Portugal is a wonderful place where dolls are repaired by caring hands. If I ever have a chance to visit Portugal I will definitely jot this place down on the list of places to see.

Just the idea of it makes my camera hand twitch a little. Of course, I’d probably spend most of time there in a twitching ball on the floor…trying in vain to recover from the magnificent geektastic force of it all. It’s like one of my oddball retirement dreams to while away my golden years repairing broken dolls from round the world. Right under a few other things of importance, like owning my own brothel / opium den / ganja farm. A girl can dream can’t she?