When I mentioned to friends that I was going to Porto for the weekend a few of them said “Where?”, or even “Is that in Italy?”.  This surprising lack of knowledge made me realise that Portugal’s second city is still not firmly on the tourist map.  Unless, that is, you talk to the locals who say that tourism exploded in the city about 4 years ago.  My advice is to go soon before it gets even more popular.

I had a few ideas in my head about Porto.  I knew about Port (the fortified wine), I knew about the Douro valley and the river, and I had seen pictures of the iron bridge that makes the skyline, at first glance, reminiscent of Newcastle.  And that was all I knew.


Over the next four days I learned a lot more, and fell in love with the city.  The residents of Porto are loud and brash and, apparently, use swear words like commas when they talk.  But, despite this brashness, they are exceptionally friendly and happy.  They are fiercely proud of Porto and, should you mention anything about the city that is superior to Lisbon, they will be your best friend.

Staying in an Airbnb in the Vitoria district, close to the centre, I felt welcome.  Down our street (more of an alley) was a family run shop.  Grandma and granddaughter sitting outside chatting in the warm October evening.  Wanting basic provisions for the next morning, the young girl, using perfect English, helped us out and charged a ridiculously low price.  Tourists were still relatively rare in these side streets, probably deterred by the steep steps up from the city.


Things I didn’t know about Porto included the fact that it had beaches only half an hour away by tram or bus.  One of the beaches was used by surfers, riding the Atlantic rollers.  I felt glad to have hired a wet-suit for my attempt because the water is cold.

I also had no idea that “Porto” on the south side of river, isn’t Porto, but a completely separate city called Gaia.  Gaia is the home to all the Port producers.  Looking from Porto over the river to Gaia at night you will see the illuminated names of familiar, British sounding names like Taylors, Grahams, Dow, and Sandemans.  A tour, for about 12 Euros, of one of these producers is well worth the time.  We went to Taylor’s where the history and production processes are well described.  You get to tour the large cellars with stacks of sweet smelling oak barrels, and, after the tour, try the wine in a beautiful gardens overlooking the river.


Food is very important to the Portuguese and a tour of the old market didn’t disappoint – mountains of fresh vegetables, dried pulses and fresh fish.


And if you want “bad food” you can also get a 2,500 calorie sandwich called a Francesinha…lots and lots of meat and cheese and covered with a beer and  tomato sauce…  it’s an experience!


I spent an hour or so one evening trying to capture a long exposure of the famous bridge and the lights of the city at dusk.


The river valley fills up with sea mist overnight creating some spooky early morning photo opportunities as well.


Overall I think Porto is towards the top of my list of favourite places.  It is certainly a good choice for a weekend away.


One thought on “Porto

  1. just come back fro our second trip there… it is SO BUSY now you wouldn’t believe it! A year ago it was a pleasure… now its just jam packed… your pics are beautiful!


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