Porto - Day 3

It was our last morning in Porto and our favourite local bakery which had been shut on Sunday, was once again open, so off we went there for breakfast. Once again, the coffee was superb, the breakfast was fabulous and it only cost us 3.75 Euros for the two of us.  Super Cheap but good food.  This is what the bakery looks like so you can find it when you go to Porto.  The people there were really friendly and it was well used by the locals as well.

After breakfast we headed down to the river and caught a tram along the waterfront to the end.  We then walked a bit further to the breakwater.  It was really pleasant - lovely and warm and the fresh sea air.  People were sitting reading or fishing, or in groups enjoying the sunshine. This guy was fishing. You can't see it well from this image but he actually had a briefcase with him - spot of fishing before work? 

We walked along the breakwater towards the lighthouse...

This was the view from the breakwater.  The Atlantic Ocean..

A lone fisherman at the end of the wharf...

Even the dogs were enjoying the sunshine and views...

We walked back towards Porto and came to a little fishing village where the fisherman were working on the nets after their mornings fishing...

A very pretty spot..

After walking in the sun for a while we caught the bus back into the city.  It dropped us off just above the train station so we quickly explored that area as well, as we hadn't been up that way. We came across this big church.  The Igreja de Santo Ildefonso is an 18th-century church situated near Batalha Square which is frequented by many pedestrians, mainly tourists. It was completed in 1739, and was built in a proto-Baroque style.  It fetures a retable by the Italian artist Nicolau Nasoni, and a facade of zaulejo tilework. The church is named in honour of the Visigoth Ildephonsus of Toledo, bishop of Toledo from 657 until his death in 667.  Unfortunately it wasn't open to view...

All the Buildings are so interesting...

Hurried back to our hostel, packed, and then headed back to the train station to catch our train to the airport. We checked out the duty free prices in Porto for Port.  This is the 30 year old bottle. I was contemplating in getting a bottle each for my father and my brother... until I saw the price. 156 euros. It was the thought that counted right? They will just have to be satisfied with the photo instead!