Porto. . And not a port with adjectives. The port of navigators or… well… one of them, anyway.
Portuguese. The genuine. Genuine like its wine, the one of the kind, mixed with brandy from the vineyards of the Douro Valley, to captivate the palates. The one carried in oak barrels, loaded on the characteristic caravels that you stare from the river bank. And behind them, the two-storey and three-storey houses, narrow, very old, those of the opposite bank. This is the favorite view you want to watch when you go there.