Porto Golden Hour

As you may have gathered, we successfully transitioned from Lisbon to Porto today, courtesy of the wonderful train and tram networks in each city. It beggars belief that sorry old Britain is so behind in the matter of public transport, but I guess we all had a vote...

Yes, you'll know about the bridge, and there's no real point in dumping yet one more bridge picture into here... The hills in Porto are equal to those in Lisbon, and the tourist traps are if anything even more trappy. I did fall for the five ports for a fiver, and at least I'll not have to do that again...

On the other hand, I also went for the "francesinha com todo", and I may have found my new food vice. And also, probably, the cause of my first heart attack... a bread sandwich with ham, sausage and steak, covered with melted cheese and a fried egg on top (obviously), surrounded by triple cooked salty chips and covered in a spicy sauce that I believe was tabasco and beer.

On our slow, turgid francesinha filled way back up the hill (well, a hill, there are many...) to our bijou apartment we stopped to replenish our dangerously low coffee supply and I took this shot down the hill to the river, which was beautifully lit at golden hour. More of the same tomorrow no doubt; possibly with bridge shots...

If I live through the night.