Porto for The Slow Weekenders: a Friday-to-Monday weekend

A terraced garden over the river with a kiosk bar, the place to decide that nothing else is happening today.

A wine bar that pours Portuguese wines by the glass with the stories attached; no tour, no queue, a seat at the counter.

Modern Portuguese in a long dim room, the abade de priscos pudding to finish, and an early walk back up the hill.

The 1896 pastry shop for a late, long breakfast of pão de ló and coffee, with the newspaper and no agenda.

A Caudalie grape-seed treatment and the indoor pool with the city in the window; non-residents book a treatment and stay the afternoon.

Grilled fish on the Gaia quay with the lodges behind you and the lit city opposite; the walk back over the bridge is the day's exercise.

Spend the morning in eighteen hectares of park, the Siza museum only if it rains; the treetop walk ends at the farm and its donkeys.

Lunch that runs into the afternoon in Siza's 1963 tea house on the rocks, every window framing the Atlantic; book well ahead.

Walk the 1930s pergola along the Foz seafront as the light goes, then an early night; that is the whole evening.

The belle-époque breakfast, eggs and a pastel de nata under the mirrors; on a Monday morning the room is nearly yours.

One sight for the day: the crimson staircase and the stained-glass ceiling, the ticket redeemable against a book for the flight.

A last light lunch of cheese, tinned fish and bread at the deli counter on Rua das Flores before the metro from São Bento.