A Walk by the River Douro

We did look around. The temperature was that kind of 70 that is sometimes pleasant and sometimes one step before chilly. We listened to a girl's school group sing a few songs. We watched the tour boats on the water. We counted the number of port wineries on the other side of the river. Porto, the only place in the world you can call fortified wine "port," like champagne comes from Champagne. Porto, from whence the name Portugal originates. Porto, where the wine cork was invented and probably wine, too.

We stopped for a bit of a rest. I had another Super Bock. People went by, then more, then more after that, people from all over the world visiting this trendy travel destination where wine flows as freely as the Douro.

Then we walked. When we reached the Luis I bridge, we thought we'd go back up the hill, but the funicular line was ridiculously long, so we looked for the entrance to the elevator we saw earlier. But when we took it up, it led to nowhere, and we ended up taking steps down right to where we started.

funiculi funicula funiculi funculaaaaaaa

the elevator to nowhere

the elevator to nowhere provided this view

and this view

and overlooked someone's private garden

the stairs we ended up going down because there was nowhere else to go

petunia-like flowers except they grow on a vine

could they be purple nasturtiums? do those exist?

second place I saw this graffiti

mural going into a tunnel

We decided to cross the bridge.

To be continued...