Down to the river and turned left for some way, the river’s edge (unlike Porto’s beautiful and dramatic Duoro river in a steep valley) was occupied by the defence forces and container vessels, not pretty but very functional. As we walked to the tile museum we thought, ‘a yellow arrow to this place also’, no, we had accidentally walked into the Camino Portuguese. Don’t worry, poppies and storks also excite me

This will be the finish of tiles and it’s only short, some magnificent examples of Portuguese and Arabic ‘Azulejos’ one showing the city of Lisboan around two walls, a wall of tiles sloping up with the stairs and individual masterpieces

Back home through busker alley to read, write and look for friendly emails. A lovely one came from a Slovakian woman whose husband has Parkinsons and wanting encouragement to walk the Camino stumbled across my blog. He’s going in September, I’m very excited for him

As my lovely friend from France who lost her husband said to me: ‘you must keep walking’