P o r t o, an inspiring city.
Lisbon to me has always been about the beautifully hand-made tiled floor everywhere you go, the smiles you get from strangers and the most amazing atmosphere from such a rich cultured country, but when I arrived in Porto, it was beyond me how beautiful this city actually was. I vividly remember trying to walk up these stupidly steep streets after having had a couple of glasses of Sangria... alright, maybe a few. The steep streets were probably the bane of my life, yet probably my favourite. Standing from a high point from one side of the river you could see everything, it almost felt like I was on top of the world.
While walking through the streets of Porto, every brush stroke on the ruined and decaying buildings was unique. Every piece of graffiti was prominent, stood out and made the city the artistic place it is today. All the art contributed to the breath-taking architecture. And it was inspiring, so inspiring.
