Oporto's Winter Sun From the narrow balcony I feel the sun invade me. With eyes closed I see this beautiful city. The tower, of Teixeira de Pascoaes, arises proudly: "Oporto squeezed up". We descend the precious staircase lined with stained glass that leads to the street. Let's start our crusade of accidental tourists. First visit, the house of the photo in front of the garden with the "my" trees that, although ill, grew and became gorgeous. We enjoy, with eyes wide open, all the exposed images, because they are worth it. We continue our walk along the steep streets, winding and full of history of this city towards the viewpoint that is of the virtues, it will be, perhaps, by the stunning view. But for me, what most fills my soul is the wonderful sculpture of the master José Rodrigues (I miss him...), horses and men from / to iron that so well symbolize the beauty and strength of these people (tripeiros). Must stop at the tavern Sto. Antonio of Mr. Vitor whose sympathy is so captivating that makes you eat or drink even without hunger or thirst. The tour is not over yet, some old, worn stairs that end up right next to the S. Domingos square are waiting for us and where there is a guy so typical that he gives me a humorous phrase: "It's good that there is no lift." Separation of group, I continue with the youngers, street of flowers above and another unmissable stop in what is perhaps the most charming and precious tea room, as the name indicates, the goldsmithing Alliance. What a pleasant and surprising conversation! We are almost at the end of this journey, but we are still going up the street of Clérigos, that of the tower that I
Oporto’s Winter Sun From the narrow balcony I feel the sun invade me. With eyes closed I see this beautiful city. The tower, of Teixeira de Pascoaes, arises proudly: “Oporto squeezed up”. We descend the precious staircase lined with stained glass that leads to the street. Let’s start our crusade of accidental tourists. First
