Porto

Porto 

I have lived in Algarve for many years, yes plenty of sunshine
but its people have an African conception of time, 
whether this is caused by arrogance or lack of knowledge
I will not speculate to know anything about.
Last year I went for a week, holiday in Porto and fund to
my surprise people who looked at their wrist watch 
to be able keeping an appointment.
This is not a holiday town built to accommodate tourists,
like Vilamoura a place that has no past and little future 
except a marina, where expensive boats are being anchored 
to show someone’s wealth and I will speculate from where
the wealth originated.
Porto is you and me, going for a walk having a meal and a glass 
of red; once I met a “guardian” reporter with his wife having
a good time. 
The difference between a wife and a mistress is that the 
man is kinder to his mistress
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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