Tuesday, 8 September 2015

Portugal: Porto

Porto

Porto is the second biggest city in Portugal and it is indeed quite big so I was a bit apprehensive about visiting it. I don't really like big cities. They are crowdy, polluted with too much traffic and little room to park the car. Despite fitting the description quite well, Porto stole my heart. I loved it! I loved Ribeira, the old part on the river bank, Vila Nova de Gaia with its wineries and everyhing else in between.

Getting ready to explore Porto

We decided to do sightseeing the easy way this time and hopped on a train that took us to a winery and around some sights in the old town.

Ponte de Dom Luis I - double decker, bottom part for cars, top for metro trains and pedestrians, designed by a student of Gustav Eiffel

The stop at the winery Real Campanhia Velha in Vila Nova de Gaia which is the part of Porto where most if not all wineries are. We learnt a great deal about port wine – Aaron’s favourite. We were the only English speaking passengers on the train so we had a guide to ourselves. The rest of the passengers were Polish so they had their own guide.








In the cellar
The white poster in the photo with Beany is on a barrel, actually in the middle of it. The barrel to the right contains the oldest wine in Portugal.The date on the barrel is the date of the harvest and at the same time the production of the wine. Due to the age this wine is treated as national treasure. It is regularly checked by wine experts from Portuguese institute of port wine and apparently it is still aging. The current price for this particular barrel of wine is €10000. The barrel itself isn't as old as the wine as barrels can ‘only’ last a hundred years after which time they have to be changed.
 


The best part of the trip: the wine tasting
 

One very happy customer

Back on the train



Porto has plenty of buildings covered inside and out with azulejo – hand painted tiles presenting various stories. Here’s some examples.

Igreja de Sto Ildefonso                Igreja dos Congregados
 


Sao Bento Train station with more azulejo inside.






Just like in  Braga there were many abandoned buildings in Porto. 






Views from the cathedral hill.







Se – hilltop fortress overlooking the river and city, founded in XIIC.





Views of Riberia – Porto’s riverfront nucleus- from Ponte de Dom Luis I



And looking at the other side of the river from the very same bridge – Vila Nova de Gaia with its wineries.



 


Igreja de Sao Francisco




Palacio da Bolsa – The Stock Exchange Palace

Here the stock exchange transactions happened until 1994 when the stock exchange market got transferred to Lisbon. The building was built from 1842 to 1910. It seems like a long time for a building to be built, however considering that a certain room took 40 years to complete I’m surprised the building was ever completed!


This is the room where the stock exchange transactions took place.



Here’s the room which completion took 40 years.

And here’s one of two chandeliers from that room, each weighs 3.5 tonnes.

Gustav Eiffel lived in Portugal for a couple of years and in the room below he designed one of less recognised bridges in Porto.





The most impressive room in the Stock Exchange Palace: The Arabic Room. There is no link between the Arabic world, the religion or any Muslims and the Stock Exchange Market in Portugal nor the Queen who ordered the palace to be built. It was simply a fashion at the time to have an Arabic room. This one has pure gold on the walls, 20kg of it apparently! The room is for rent for €7000 a night. The price only includes the room. If one would like to have dinner there, the price rises to €40000 a night! And it does get rented!



I was the only one visiting the Stock Exchange Palace. Others were involved in different activities.




An afternoon walk in Ribeira


Praca da Ribeira



The campsite from which we explored Porto, situated in a nearby town, about half an hour drive from Porto. 

15-16 July 2015

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