Very, very few Portuguese families own clothes dryers. Consequently, one sees everywhere, fluttering in gardens, from balconies, and on roof tops, that proud banner of doméstica, the clothes line. I have come to love Portuguese clothes lines for the same reason I’ve always gotten an irrational measure of solace from old-fashioned clocks in public places that are still keeping time accurately: because someone cares. Every clothes-laden line and every operating clock is a proclamation that someone cares enough to keep things going. Clothes do not hang themselves to dry and clocks do not give the time for long unless someone attends to them, unless someone thinks it’s important to serve people in these very humble ways.