Yesterday evening we decided to have a picnic on the terrace of our hotel, overlooking the Center City. The idea had a low-key appeal for our arrival day.
I went to the nearby, crowded supermarket and bought us wine, cheese, bread, and sliced smoked ham. It was a lovely evening. We met others staying there, from France, Oregon, Switzerland, and Germany.
The bad news is that this morning I discovered I'd been pickpocketed on the way from the supermarket. They got all the euros I took out yesterday when we first got to town. Bummer.
The good news is they didn't take the wallet and left my credit cards, so none of the hassle involved if they'd taken them. Still it made me change my thinking to "not so perfect Lisbon."
Now we are in Porto. It was a fast train ride and pretty enough countryside to watch fly by. The weather continues to be in the low 80s. For being in the cities that's fine. It should cool down in a few days.
Believe it or not, we have another major staircase here. Our hotel is newer and upscale from the quaintness of last night. Our big bright room has two French doors onto a tiny balcony. Too scarey to sit out there but the chairs will be great for drying laundry and the sun pours in to the room.
But it is on the 4th floor, with no "lift". We won't run down to reception very often. Our legs are getting the climbing practice they missed in flat Florida