Hidden Porto

Today I went to a walk near the sea.

The sky was blue and the sun was with me during all day.

I read George Orwell’s “Why I Write” in a coffee with the sea passing beneath my feet.

Foz Velha, Lordelo do Ouro, Massarelos, Miragaia, Cedofeita, Vitória, Trindade, Lapa, and then, home again.

Rua do Montebelo, Passeio Alegre, Escadas das Sereias, toponímia feliz numa cidade com muitos portos dentro de si.