It was rainy and cold, and we clung on to our small umbrella as we walked through the slick streets of Cascais after a lunch at one of those tourist restaurants; menus in several languages, waiters annoyed and always preoccupied, food not the best, when we stumbled upon this bakery. Immediately it´s warm glow drove us in and we entered through the doors, welomed by the warm scent of pastries, baked goods, and macarons. Christina and I both chose a large macraon each, chocolate and pistachio. They tasted like a well-deserved hug back in our hotel room. The next day, we went back after breakfast to buy another chocolate macaron…