Nuno Miranda has been parking cars for thirteen years, most of them in a lot just below Belém National Palace, the eighteenth-century estate that serves as the official residence of the President of Portugal. Miranda, who is thirty-seven, is a lanky, amiable man, dressed in the style of hipsters the world over: a few layers of untucked shirts and skinny black jeans tucked into well-worn work boots. His dishevelled hair falls just below his collar, and by 11 A.M. one day recently the sun was bouncing off the thin gold chain around his neck.