Porto in the summer


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Porto, you stole a piece of my heart and for that, I am forever grateful!

Porto smells like rain and grilled sardines and something older than both. We arrived in October, when the city belongs to itself again. No tour groups on the tram. No queues at the pastelaria. Just the particular quiet of a European city in autumn, the light going golden at four in the afternoon, and the sound of fado drifting from somewhere we never quite found. We had no itinerary. This is the only way we know how to travel. We found the Mercado do Bolhão on the first morning and went back every day after that. The cheese vendor learned our order by day three. My daughter decided that the market was the best place in the world, which I am choosing to take as a sign that we are doing something right.

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