We were once again lost in a foreign city. We had been trying for the last hour or so to find Mercado do Bolhão in the center of Porto, Portugal. We seem to spend quite a bit of our travels, Frances and I, lost in the bowels of one city or another. Most of the time this is intentional because it is one of the best ways to get away from the maddening crowd, thereby seeing ‘sites’ that the masses tend to miss. (You know who I am referring to, the confused looking German, English, American, etc tourists, seemingly always beefy, always pale white, except for their faces that are always flushed from being herded by their flag-carrying guides.) We were lost again, but this morning was different because we had only a few hours before
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