Thursday

A bridge almost too far...


Porto abounds with excitingly sloping boulevards and visually remarkable landmarks, all exciting to the senses, but by George, it does make for a bit of a puff to get around.  Few cities of the world are built on the edges of a ravine but when you find yourself thrust onto the edge of one of these cities, one just must investigate every cranny and nook to the best of one's abilities, succumbing to the temptation of exercise. So where better to launch oneself into the unknown..well slightly known......but on the southern bank of the Rio Douro where the production and consumption of port takes on bodily and biblical proportions. It seems a bridge too far but I do find the bridge that seems a tad too far, and cross to the other side...and quench the thirst... and might I say, any future temptation for exercise, with a delightful Agres Bohemia Reserva 1835. This is a refreshing auburn beer, and just the thing to cleanse the palate before going down to the ...cellars. 

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