Not the Douro

This is not a photograph of the River Douro and nor is the extra. We arrived home, after a splendid week in Porto, at 2am this morning. Everything went very well. I have to say that, after the shambles of last year, the efficiency of Manchester Airport was impeccable.

On our last day we wandered through the streets of the old town on a hot and humid day to the Museu Nacional de Soares dos Reis. We particularly enjoyed the work of some Portuguese painters of the 19th and 20th centuries, such as Silva Porto, Aurelia Martins de Souza and Candido da Cunha.

Whilst waiting for a taxi to the airport we had a meal in the hotel and observed a couple having a spirited discussion.  We could not hear a word and would not have understood it.

PS each time I have referred-to the River running through Porto I have had to check and recheck the spelling. It is not Durou, Doruo, or Duoro but is, definitely, Douro.