Tuesday, 9 August 2016

memories from not long ago

some highlight from the last few months.
actually, i'll skip all the rest and go strait to porto.
end of april 2016.
we arrived at night, didn't know what to expect.
porto doesn't wait for you. you're welcome, but life goes on as always.
only the seagulls observe from above.



they watch your steps and announce the new arrivals.
in the beautiful central train station.




and the new day.
we were immediately in love with porto.
with its blind windows everywhere,





showing without shame the tragedy of this city.
thousands of her sons left it.











beautiful remains of the art nouveau style. even in paris i didn't see so much of it.


old.
kind of respect for old.
or better to say living with the old.



old couples climbing the hill slowly in the morning, 
returning back in the afternoon to their house on the riverside.



poor but proud.
or at list this was my impression, or i wanted to add this romanticism to their poor life.


the river with its magnificent bridges.



and the amazing ceramic coatings of the houses which didn't stop to fascinate us.
each different. one can not find two identical.








and the very old market, half empty and lots of fish, almost only fish.


a sign for the ocean that is right across the corner...



so we took the tram, the very old tram, and went to see the ocean.
some of us also ate some fish (yummy)...



while the women in black wondering around.





great porto wine.
wonderfull young people.
a language which i can't stop smiling while hearing.
oh, beautiful porto, you broke my heart, i miss you a lot.