We enjoyed Lisboa, but not too unhappy to head north. The country side is beautiful, olives, gum trees, market gardens, really lovely drive. Porto had a good feel as soon as we arrived. It's very hilly, lots of old run down buildings, narrow streets, a great river, and beaches nearby.
At last, I found cavaquinhos, the instrument that spawned the ukulele. The uke is a direct rip off of this traditional Portuguese instrument, also found all over South America, known as quatros.
Economic crisis: plenty of these in the streets......
plenty of these in the streets....
and quite a few of these. Endemic to Europe, I think, I call them dog people. They beg for money to support the dogs they submit to this unique form of abuse. Surely dysfunctional, I don't get it. I'm just a simple mind, I'm afraid.
Now, for something happier, the fabulous river of Porto, the Douro. The bridge is interesting, the arch supports the top deck, which takes trains, then there is a lower deck for road traffic, suspended beneath.
And, on a clear day you can see New York, honest! A few sun lovers, and many elegantly dressed retired gentlemen, fishing with their long rods.
We had a fabulous dinner last night, at a good quality Portuguese restaurant. We tried the unique green wine (it's really a particular type of white, quite in your face, but good to try), and finished off with a port, what else?
I'm planning to publish a food post later, when I have the time and connection. We've had a good time in Porto, tomorrow, back to Spain, and on to Santiago.
At last, I found cavaquinhos, the instrument that spawned the ukulele. The uke is a direct rip off of this traditional Portuguese instrument, also found all over South America, known as quatros.
Economic crisis: plenty of these in the streets......
plenty of these in the streets....
and quite a few of these. Endemic to Europe, I think, I call them dog people. They beg for money to support the dogs they submit to this unique form of abuse. Surely dysfunctional, I don't get it. I'm just a simple mind, I'm afraid.
Now, for something happier, the fabulous river of Porto, the Douro. The bridge is interesting, the arch supports the top deck, which takes trains, then there is a lower deck for road traffic, suspended beneath.
Beautiful old shops, some of these take me right back to the 50's.
And, on a clear day you can see New York, honest! A few sun lovers, and many elegantly dressed retired gentlemen, fishing with their long rods.
We had a fabulous dinner last night, at a good quality Portuguese restaurant. We tried the unique green wine (it's really a particular type of white, quite in your face, but good to try), and finished off with a port, what else?
I'm planning to publish a food post later, when I have the time and connection. We've had a good time in Porto, tomorrow, back to Spain, and on to Santiago.
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