Who knows what will come up today. It now seems a long time ago yet I have lots of photos to show you.

My memories now are mainly of walking uphill. I can’t remember much about the downhill parts, though I suppose I must have done that too. There was certainly nothing flat about the city, in any sense of the word. We certainly ate well.

Mostly. Not all the time. Breakfast was good every day. We found a small Auchan and worked out how to buy melon, coffee, butter ( this was the hardest to find) and bread.

We got up in the morning and Jacek made coffee( using the one cup in the flat as a sort of jug from which to fill the mugs we bought) and toast and an omelette which we shared.

Thus fortified we were able to go and look for restaurants

This was on our last day. Very unassuming little place. We walked in

Id never seen or tried them before. I tried one. It was ok. But not as nice as the lobster we shared later.

The place was nice. Quite informal. The tables were very close together so I managed to ask the women on one side what they were eating. Tiny scallops I. Their shells. Looked delicious.

On the other side was a young man – solo – who had several different courses but wore gloves throughout. Obviously didn’t like to get his hands dirty ! I felt for him. He also looked as if he wanted to talk to us but never quite got round to it.

The manager managed to persuade every table to have a bottle of the same wine! I thought that was quite funny.

We walked for about an hour and a half to get here. The restaurant on the terrace of an exclusive hotel had the most amazing views. That’s why we went. And got the food of course.

But we didn’t realise it was going to be so exclusive. there was absolutely no one there. It was a hot day. We were hot and thirsty.

The waitress didn’t want to seat us at a table for four. We chose the rabble with the best view and said we’d move if a crowd turned up. Reluctantly she let us sit and even moved an umbrella so I could be in the shade.

The water took a while to come. The food even longer. It was actually delicious when it came – but what, couldn’t the kitchen cope with the demand? And when Jacek wanted some aquavit to go with his coffee that turned to be an almost insurmountable problem too. Only obtainable from the bar. In the end she realised she could walk there herself and bring a shot to the table.

Still, the views were stupendous.

On the way to the Orangerie we had to stop for a drink. Did I mention it was hot. There was a little cafe in the park half way there. We crossed the bridge and sat gratefully down .

We never got to the fish market. We tried to buy some fish on the local market but the only stall still open when we went wasn’t that helpful. People were asking questions about the fish and the woman serving was very unkeen to explain anything to anyone. Most people in the queue eventually walked away. We did too. Very disappointing.

So we tried to find a fishmonger. Not easy. But success at last. tiny shop. Not a lot of fish in display. But they were obviously collectors.

I thought this was going to be the last post about Porto. But I’m afraid there is more to come. Don’t hold your breath. I have no idea when!