Fresh back from Porto, Portugal. The city, full of heave and attitude, where the stunning and decrepit sit side by side, is a compact pumping heartbeat of a place. Here are a batch of the images taken.
By which I mean ‘down’ in the physical rather than spiritual sense.
Never before have I spent time in a city where the tiltation of one’s head is so evenly spread between pointing upwards, downwards and on the level (each position claiming about a third of your time).
I was very much aware of this peculiarity – a symptom of Lisbon’s innate hilliness – at the time. But the exactitude of my theory was only compounded on return to the UK, as I browsed through the images I’d captured. About a third of them were shot upwards, a third downwards and a third roughly level.
Here are some of the ‘down’ pictures.