I was sitting on one of the balconies of the Convento de Cristo, looking out over Tomar, which was shrouded in amber haze. From the ramparts of the medieval fortress—once headquarters of the Order of the Knights Templar—the entire world—or our part of it, at least—glowed frighteningly—apocalyptically, as one friend put it. As this visit to the Convento took place two years into a pandemic, and one month after the invasion of Ukraine, it was perhaps a bit apocalyptic—though
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