If I’m honest I wasn’t all too familiar with the city of Porto until very recently. When you talk of Europe you usually hear in return, ‘ah yes, you must visit Paris, Barcelona, Amsterdam!’ Poor old Porto never got a word in.
Nevertheless, we decided to make an afternoon stop in the city and well, well, well…it’s gorgeous.
We visited on a Sunday afternoon, so I can imagine the city wasn’t as busy as it could have been on an alternative day but as we made our way down to the river front the markets and restaurants produced an exciting atmosphere. We didn’t eat in the city unfortunately (apart from a delicious gelato) but if you wanted to there were some amazing spots along the waterfront if you wanted food with a view.
The one aspect of Porto which I adored however was the quaint, charming streets throughout the city. The old tiled buildings, lazy cats sunbathing, wrinkled faced ladies resting in their chairs, flowers and laundry from every window and balcony. It just felt so authentic, the old alleyways of Porto that must have been through and seen so much.
If only walls could talk…