Iberian Adventure - part 6

 We are currently in a site in a town south of Porto called Magdalena. Straight across the road is a magnificent white sanded beach that seems to stretch for miles in each direction. Very pleasant indeed.


 The town itself is just a modern resort, of no great interest except for being close to Porto. A taxi ride in is only about eight euros, using an incredible app called Bolt - I should imagine it is much like Uber.

The old part of Porto starts at Cais da Ribeira, down on the waterfront, with the overarching metal bridge called Ponte Luis I. The bottom section takes cars, the upper is for trains, and you can walk across the river at both levels.


There are six bridges in all, and all very high.



As you can see we took a trip on a Barqua - highly recommended, but hang on to your hat!



From the Duoro river there is really only one direction to go - upwards. Despite the masses of tourists it was an easy walk to the top. The way is full of grand buildings, squares, alleys and open spaces, all well worth looking at.





If you ever get the chance to go to Porto, take it. Despite the crowds it is a joyous place to be.

Next stop is the University town of Coimbra. I went there lat year, and liked it enough to want to return.

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