To see Oporto!

To see Oporto!

To see Oporto! To see Oporto is to evoke certain form of hidden city that we preserve inside us, dense, impenetrable, like the fog wrapping the mornings and fusing the river with the wharfs and the boats. Illusion of unreal shadows. Transparências. Twilight falling, gentle, cutting out the lightness of his bridges, the elegance of the towers, the outlines of the casario.
To see Oporto is to evoke the gentle sadness of the gardens of the city – especially in the Fall – when the environment is converted in nostalgia. It is oitocentista surprises the urbane atmosphere in the sinuosity of his medieval streets, in the splendor of the rut, in the purified construction of the neoclássico, in the romantic taste.
To see Oporto is to recognize the diversity of his customs, of the interior of the edges of the Douro, of Campanhã, to the Atlantic coast, in the Mouth of river and in Nevogilde. It is the discovery of the secrets of an impregnated city of spontaneous and confirmed identity.
To see Oporto! To see Oporto is to live the hours in the contemplation of what the city has to offer: places, sceneries or picturesque sieges. To survive the unforgettable instant of twilight near the sea. It can be the travel of streetcar even to the Mouth of river of the Douro.
To see Oporto is a reflex of the intelligence of the men who forged the reality from Oporto and they portray the personality of his inhabitants, the places of the city are invitations to the understanding of a still habitable, romantic and poetic Universe. This is Oporto: I charm of my glance.
A.Ramos