when the ancient goes wild

When the ancient goes wild  Our hotel in Porto was at the highest point although we had been promised a room downtown we didn’t have to walk so far, s then I had paid in advance across the street from the hotel a big disused water tower from the time people didn`t bother with showers every day making us smell like whores on a Saturday night. We decided to walk into town, which was not a wise choice she with her hips and my feet we were overtaken by a snail and it was time for late lunch. Later we took a taxi, and I noticed a big, but dead rat outside the hotel had great commotion but as they were getting rid of the rodent, a car stopped over it. After resting well, they arranged a trip for us to see famous houses an art museum and a ride along the Douro we had our evening meal in a safe place away from the water tower which suspected was of crawling with rats. The tour bus didn`t stop anywhere just showed us The places and statues of famous men point towards the east the bus trundled down to the bloody Douro and narrows was full of tourists and cars, it represented all that I dislike me life, my wife fell asleep, but I managed take a few interesting photos of a house that had been pulled down but you could still see the painting people used  where