It also allowed us to get in some good hiking, since the city is quite hilly...down to the Ribeira in the morning was no problem, but back up to the hotel after drinking port all day with a stomach full of tripas a moda do Porto was not as much fun (we actually took a taxi on one occasion). After touring some churches, on the way down to the Ribeira, we stopped at a small restaurant along the river and though we weren't terribly hungry, we couldn't resist some octopus salad and grilled sardines. 
We then wandered across the river, which actually is the city of Gaia, to visit one of the port caves. We stopped at the first one over the bridge, Calem, and were given a tour where we learned how port was made, how to differentiate between the types of port and were then given some free samples, meant to soften us up so we'd take a few cases home. The tour and the samplings were a bit meager and we later learned that the better tours (and samples) were at the caves further from the river, where they actually made and stored the port on site. On our last day we went to the Croft cave, higher up the hill, and had a much better experience. 
On our second day we tried to find a beach where we could just sit and relax, but weather and our friend's directions conspired against us. We eventually found a beach (not the nicest since just north of it was a chemical plant of some sort) but it was very windy so we just decided to walk along the coast. There were several beaches between where we were and the Ribiera so we figured we'd be able to plant ourselves on one of them and get some sun. This nice stroll ended up as a death march, with me getting terribly sunburned, us not relaxing on the beach, and getting exhausted, hungry, thirsty...and therefore angry. But, it did lead us to a small, confusing, local taverna where we had some interesting food and a wonderful time.The place was virtually empty and we went up to the counter and tried to order things from the menu. The woman shook her head at everything we wanted and then pointed to the dishes behind the counter. Not knowing what any of them were, we pointed to a couple, ending up with liver and onion sandwiches and bachalau croquettes...both were delicious. We also got a carafe of what the locals were drinking, which turned out to be beer mixed with wine. After the snack, we got a second carafe (this time of fizzy white wine that came out of a tap) and grabbed a table outside. About ten minutes later the place was full of people eating fried bachalau. It was like the entire neighborhood descended on this place at once all knowing precisely when the fish would be ready. After they scarfed down the piles of fish with several glasses of beer and wine, everyone got a bowl of brown sludge. Some little girls we were sharing the table with finished off their sludge in second and though it looked revolting, the smell was amazing and I had Leo order us a bowl.
Somehow, he was able to pick up that this was papash, which is a blood and bread pudding. We tried it and it was really, really good (our Portuguese friends in London were shocked that we actually tried it).We continued our death march and found ourselves at a street fair which we later found out was for the festival of St. Anthony (this festival is very big in Lisbon, but only the small neighborhood we were in in Porto celebrates it as well).
There's a trolley that goes along the coast, which cut straight through this fair, so it was amusing to watch people playing foosball on the trolley tracks have to pick up their game and move it to the other tracks to let the trolley pass. We stayed at the fair until pretty late, listening to local bands, drinking beer, eating sausage and having a wonderful time.Next up...the US of A
After that, we again retired to our terrace for some wine, cheese, and saucisson.
But after the first course of broth from the dish, we knew we had either chosen the wrong restaurant, or we just all hated bouillabaisse. The broth was gritty, over-seasoned, and far too large a portion to be followed by second course. The second course was a plate with even more broth, smothering overcooked, chewy fish and shellfish. We got through about 5 bites each, trying to smile and claim it was great...but we then had to admit defeat.
The following day, we hopped on another bus to spend the day in Aix en Provence. While there we saw a wonderful Cezanne and Picasso exhibition, ate some really good pizza, watched some old men play petanque, and walked around the lovely, quiet streets.
We rented a lovely flat a block away from the harbor. This is the view from our balcony. 
And this is the terrace where we'd wait out the hottest hours of the day, drinking wine and eating cheese. 
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We did a lot of walking, as is typical of our holidays, and one day walked to the small fishing village of 
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Walking around on day 2, we saw many of the sites in Buda. This is a statue of St. Gellert on the south side of Gellert Hill.
