Leaving Porto

Leaving Porto It is six o´clock in the morning a woman is cleaning the pavement outside a bank, and the café across my hotel has just opened. I drink strong coffee and eat a toast there. Only few people about except for middle aged women on their way to a cleaning job in an office or bank, work that has to be done so before opening time. Not many cars about, they drive drive with headlight on, which they must at all time if they are new, but not needed if the car is old, which a think is a rather eccentric law. It is a beautiful morning, just warm enough to sit outside and I inhale the heavenly aroma of cakes. Soon I will take the bus home, but as for now I bear witness to the birth of a new day in Porto.