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Tour is over – Farewells have been said.
A friend had said to me –
you are only a couple of hours away from Portugal – go! So I went.
I got up before the crack of dawn to catch a bus to Porto, the 2nd
largest city in Portugal. My hotel, the Porto A.S. 1829 is located
right in the center of the historical district. I got a corner room,
overlooking a square and right above where the street musicians would
play. They played from about ten in the morning until about ten at
night and they all had amplifiers. I think they were an organized
group, each would play about an hour, leave and then the next
musician would set up. Some of the musicians were fabulous, some
were ok. Nobody was horrible. So, it was a treat.
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A new definition for en suite |
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View out my window |
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That is my hotel room. Third floor up, left side. You can see a guitar player down in the background. |
I figured that I
should head for one of the tallest places in Porto to get the lay of
the land. Of course, that meant that I was heading for a cathedral.
It seems like people like to put their churches on the highest land
nearby. I guess it is the ol' closer to heaven thing.
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Porto Cathedral |
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See that tower? I climbed to the top of it. Yay Me! |
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The old section of Porto |
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And of course you have to take a picture of the altar |
I wandered over to the train station. One thing Portugal is known for is their tilework. This was a pretty fancy train station.
Upon
checking on the 'must-see' sights in Porto, one that kept popping up
was the Palacia Da Balsa. I really do like going to palaces, I like
to see how the rich folk live. I lucked out that there was an
English speaking tour starting within five minutes after I arrived.
It was then that I found out this was not a live-in palace but a
commercial center. It was also called the Stock Market Palace. It
was still a pretty grand office building.
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The entry foyer |
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A courtroom |
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If you look at this wooden floor, it starts to look 3-D |
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The fanciest room was called The Arab Room. It was used for special occasions. |
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The ceiling |
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