Muy nobre, city of Porto

There, in the loyal city, there where great
Portugal encountered its eternal name.
(So goes the tale), the one who steers the state
Now orders a swift vessel lightly framed

The noble twelve are clothed, quite up to date
In modern arms and garb of great acclaim,
With helmet, crest, and fancy mottoed shield,
And chargers brightly decked to take the field.

(Luís Vaz de Camões, about the city of Oporto)

And now, some beautiful photos! I hope you like them.

(Archs of Miragaia, in Ribeira of Porto)

(Statue of "Infante D. Henrique)

Whoever crosses the river
By the hillside at the quay
Will see a cluster of houses
Stretching towards the sea

If someone comes by bridge
Festive lights will meet his gaze
As you cascade down your slopes
In the midst of a thickening haze

.....

To see you so abandoned
With that muddied grayish tone
And your usual closed look
Of feelings ground down to the bone

(Carlos Tê, in "Porto Sentido")

(Ponte D. Luís at dusk)

(Travessa do Barredo)