These were the days to just be tourists, and Porto is both fascinating and facile for bipeds. Like many places here, the concept of road grading eluded the ancients and thereafter was considered unnecessary and certainly destructive by successive generations. Also, cobbles are forever, unlike much US roadwork. Thus, from our well-placed riverside hotel, we went up.
The first afternoon, rode the funiculare from Riverside to the main town area and down to the shopping neighborhood that features one-of-everything stores of international designers and enough shoppers to completely fill this vehicle free section. We, however, were most fascinated by the viewing window into the making of the national pastry, pastel de nata. Of course, even keto people have to share just one.
One of our favorite tourist attractions was the Livrario Lello, a longtime intellectual hangout and current stuffed neogothic bookstore. One has to stand in line, pay a small entrance fee and ditch your backpack just for a look. It is said that much of the Harry Potter series were written in this place by JK Rowling, and it even has a certain Hogwarts feel to it.
The little shops all had very welcoming clerks. Many were still very enamored of the US, but puzzled and alarmed by the recent turn in our national politics. Rap lives everywhere on phones. This young shopkeeper had a number of favorites, including Bow Wow, Stitches and Eminem. She played us clips, opined on the true character of the artists and gave us a fairly bewildering quick education, all delivered in perfectly delightful English.
Naturally, we had to do the river bridge tour which produced lots of great photo ops.Our last night’s dinner was in a hole-in-the-wall restaurant Cantinho do Avillez owned by a famous Portuguese chef, José Avillez. This chef also has a restaurant in Lisbon, so when we looked up directions with “maps” travel time was something like 6 hours. The dinner, in spite of modest surroundings, was wonderful with yet another bottle of Vinho Verde, but no Porto. The fried green beans and roasted octopus were especially memorable.
Then, off to a 3 hour sleep before the long disrupted trip home. We sat 2 hours on the tarmac in Porto, thus missed our Seattle connecting flight in Frankfurt. We were rerouted to San Francisco later that day on a longer flight that probably flew right over our house. Then, the obligate one hour delay in SF…finally home! We have decided to stop deluding ourselves about our Lufthansa allergy.
We will always cherish this adventure for the great organic, earthy feel of the country, the warmth of the people, the seamless melding of old and new, the uniform pride in country that the Portuguese people have, our idyllic rides past castles, through cork forests and olive groves and, of course, the cobblestones.