I was quite outraged to find a huge banner showing Mr Brosnan promoting beer hanging off the walls of the Clerigos Church. I later found out it was because the company is sponsoring the ongoing restoration works. Nicholas, who took this photograph, told me I was committing sacrilege as well, gesticulating like that outside the house of God.
The river front by night. Cold, quiet and very windy.
Henry the Navigator, a seafaring Portuguese prince in the fifteenth century, and one of the first of a long line of Portuguese maritime explorers.That's in the background, by the way.
The winding Douro river, and Porto's historic riverfront. Undoubtedly the city's main sight.
In vino veritas (in wine, truth), they say. But only if he who imbibes the wine retains his wit about him.
Inside the Sandeman port factory, one of many such buildings that line the far bank on the Gaia side of the river. I don't really drink, but I like the taste of port, because it smells and tastes a lot like grapejuice.
One of the grandest McDonald's I've seen in my lifetime. I wonder what is an Imperial Eagle doing perched atop the Golden Arches.
The main town square in Porto. In the distant background is the town hall of the city.
One of the grandest McDonald's I've seen in my lifetime. I wonder what is an Imperial Eagle doing perched atop the Golden Arches.
The main town square in Porto. In the distant background is the town hall of the city. 
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