Postcard From... Porto

“The sublimated Douro.

The prodigy of a landscape that is no longer forced to be overwhelmed. It is not a panorama that the eyes see: it is an excess of nature. Terraces that are passed from titanic men up the slopes, volumes, colors and modulations that no sculptor, painter or musician can translate, wide horizons beyond the plausible thresholds of vision. A virginal universe, as if it had just been born, and already eternal for the harmony, for the serenity, for the silence that not even the river dares to break, now disappearing furtively behind the mountains, now amazed in the background reflecting your own amazement. A geological poem. Absolute beauty.”; Miguel Torga in “Diário XII”