Yes, I know Portugal is fighting quite serious economical crisis. In the streets of Porto you notice it much faster than in cleaner and wealthier capital, especially in its historical parts. All these abandoned houses. The homeless and the poor. You will notice them. You should notice them, because their story is an important one. But we shall also see beyond the economy. What I loved the most in Porto is the festive spirit of local people, the energy, the smile. Any money won’t buy that, and it’s beautiful.
I wasn’t sure if Porto would be my thing. I even wanted to skip it for a moment. Oh my, I’m so glad I didn’t.
While I liked Lisbon, it didn’t instantly win me over. It lacked something that I was happy to find in Porto. Liveliness, spirit, strength, authenticity. While Lisbon is an elegant lady, Porto is that girl from the neighborhood who never wears make up, and everyone has a crush on her anyway.
That’s my kind of girl.
I don’t think it’s possible to take bad pictures of Porto. It is too much of a character to let you take bad portraits of it. The architecture is incredible, the skies are blue (at least in May they were), Douro is magnificent and there is so many narrow streets to wander around.
I feel in love with Porto right after I declared that Western Europe won’t ever surprise me. I still have a thing for the South though. I feel comfortable there. It soothes me. I enjoy its slow motion, saturated colors, and that entire ubiquitous feast.
Yes, I’ve said feast.
Portugal is one of the most photogenic countries I’ve ever been to. Here is a little degustation of Porto. It was so hard to choose what to publish from all the scenes I’ve captured. I hope you enjoy the tour.
Thank you for taking this photowalk with me. Which image is your favorite?