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Nice day in Porto. Found a coffee bar in the next block that was open at 7, earlier than the 8 most places open, and R and I went with Peter for cappuccino and chocolate croissant. And then back again for more coffee and some scrambled eggs with George and Leslie. Then the group went on a walking tour to the Clérigos tower, which we can see from our terrace, but getting there is a bit more complicated, with an intricate street network and the Main Street heading there completely blocked off by a construction project. From there through the old town and down to the river, lined with restaurants to the Luis bridge with its two levels. We took the lower one, for pedestrians, but also with some sort of construction project, so in a path between chain link fences. The port cellars are along the far side of the bridge in Gaia, and we walked about for a bit and took a tour at Sandeman with a port tasting, white, ruby and tawny, of which we inexperienced port drinkers all preferred the tawny. Back across the river and lunch at a restaurant called Fish Fish. Sea bass. Porto is quite steep, and there is an interminable staircase rising from the river to near our apartment. George and Leslie took the funicular. The staircase did me some good, and warmed up the muscles around my right knee that have been giving me so much trouble lately.
After a bit another walk with Rhonda, and then back to rest a while before dinner. Dinner at Abadia do Porto, nice place, way too much food. Some really tasty bread and olives, then I had pork tenderloin with roasted chestnuts, potatoes, tomato, vegetables and rice. Going out to dinner the view from the terrace was magnificent, crescent moon with Jupiter and Venus, hundreds of gulls flying overhead, the lights of town reflecting from their white undersides.