There was a funny essay about air travel by Nathan Heller in the New Yorker. I forgot most of it but his image of Portugal with its “cognac-colored” sky stuck. The photograph made me think of it again.
Haven’t heard of the fellow – but if he likes Portugal, I like him already.
[I am a bit obsessed with it – as you may deduct searching by the key in the window above]. The vine-colored sky is right – only the beverage is a tawny port, not cognac