Porto
Just so happened to arrive in Porto on the biggest night of the year- St Johns Festival. All the little alleyways of porto were packed with pop up bars, DJs and people dancing until 8am the next morning.
DJs playing out onto the street from someone's apartment
pop up bar below our balcony
The most amazing french toast I've ever tasted called' Rabanada' at Magestic Cafe
Brunch At 'Kopke' (the oldest port wine house in Porto) Devouring our first 'Francesinha' which is Porto's take on the croque monsieur and apparently a hangover cure for many Porto locals. the sandwich has ham, sausage and steak, is covered in melted cheese (we added an egg) and is surrounded by a delicious tomato/beer sauce (every restaurant has their own secret recipe for their sauce).
This homeless guy rode on the back of the tram and was singing loudly and knocking on the windows. The driver actually stopped the tram and chased him away with a wooden baton. Two seconds later though he was back on and gave me a cheeky wave that said 'you can't get rid of me that quickly!'
Locals that took us to Casa Guedes for a midnight snack- the best sandwich in town. The place was closed but the owners were so sweet and welcomed us in for a meal and cava.
Midnight feast- Shredded Pork and sheep milk sandwich
