Our second day in Porto had us back on the hop on hop off bus, this time upstairs and by the photos, at the front. The Atlantic Ocean continues to pound the coast.
A sweet little church near our hotel.
A statue within the parkland at Boavista Roundabout that without close examination appears to be lion having killed a large bird.
Avenue de Boavista has buses separated from car traffic.
Saint Francisco Xavier Fort.
Another quite stylish modern bridge.
A small tram museum. Note the tracks in grass.
We left the bus at a stop short of where we left it the day before on the southern bank of the river and walked across the iron bridge lower deck. My goodness, are there some tourists in Porto. I think many were Portuguese. Here we go. We will get up the hill using the Funicular dos Guindais. As the hill flattens out at the top, the carriage needs to change its angle to remain level, hence the bellows.
One up, and one down.
Lookee. A tram. I had already checked and it took a circular route. We can't go wrong. Well, we did really. We should have gotten off when it was at a low point near the river.
Our driver checked her phone before setting off. The tram was rough and noisy and tourists crowded in around her. R remarked, they ought to be well paid to work with such vehicles.
Not a bad way to get around.
A brief stop for a fortifying espresso.
And then down, down and more down.
I felt faint once we reached the northern river bank, like low blood sugar or something, so I needed food.
We found food, endless amounts. Now there is tourist cafe rort that happens in Portugal and Spain and elsewhere too. You sit down at a table, a waiter, at cafes usually a younger person, brings out your drinks and maybe a bowl of nuts and maybe another plate of a snack. The nuts are free, but the other snack is not. It is up to you to send it back, otherwise it will be added to your bill.
We walked along the river bank to the nearest bus stop and we just missed a bus. Damned old ladies kept coming to the bus stop to catch regular buses, so no sooner did we sit down, we had to get up again to give them a seat. A very old female tourist with curly grey hair was waiting for the same bus as us and she had this monster camera with massive lenses. A segway tour group crossed the road. Oddly, the next bus went straight past us, but a short time later another arrived and picked us up. The driver apologised as he would be going from here straight to the stop at our hotel. That suited us very well.
I wonder who she is?
Outside our hotel was a callistemon, that is an Australian bottlebrush.
Lights in the ceiling of our lift.
I think in North America ground floor in a lift is called 1. Here it is usually marked as Ground. Anything here below ground is a hodge podge, undercroft, basement, carpark.......many variations and no consistency. Isn't this system below so simple. 0 for ground floor and minus for lower levels.
Bye bye Porto. We are off to Barcelona in Spain tomorrow.