Saturday, 3 December 2016

travelling notes (xiii)

Porto with its autumnal spring... Not the strawberries you buy on the busy street. Not Livraria Lello whose staircase really is quite wonderful. Not Francesinha breaking every rule of what is irresistible and what is not. It's something else. God knows what it is, but this was the first city in my life which moved me to tears the moment I got off the train.