Leaving behind the slow-paced commune of elders that is the island of Madeira, we were pleasantly relieved to arrive in Porto, the 2nd largest city in Portugal, and find ourselves surrounded by those from a generation none too distant from our own. Selfie sticks replaced walking sticks. Late afternoon snacks replaced dinner. And the general feel of the lively café-inspired European environment was all around us.
With 4 days to spend within the confines of the “land of port,” our days were spent wandering, and our nights washing it all down with the sweet nectar of the Duoro Valley. As activities, events or occurrences of notable occasion were fairly far and few between, I feel this an apropos time (thank you Matrix writers) to provide a few “lesser known” facts regarding the primary export of this ancient “wine-sipping” town:
Now that everyone has been slightly “learned” on this wonderful wine, primarily consumed by “fancy folks,” I leave you with some visualizations.
Onto the pics: