Porto for The Three Generations: a Friday-to-Monday weekend

Everyone sits, nobody climbs: fifty minutes on a rabelo under the six bridges, benches aboard, boarding from the flat Ribeira quay.

Dinner at half six on the quay, a long table outside, cod three ways and the bridge lit up for the grandparents' photograph.

A bench on the square after dinner for the buskers and the lights on the water, five flat minutes from the restaurant.

Four minutes from the riverside up the cliff to Batalha, no stairs; the view of the bridge on the way up is the morning's highlight.

The gilded church is one level with benches; the catacombs below are for whoever wants the stairs, and the Ribeira is a flat walk away.

A 1939 dining room with big tables and bigger portions, roast kid for the table and rice pudding for the youngest.

Ride the cable car down from the Jardim do Morro to the quay instead of the stairs; the gondolas take pushchairs and walking sticks alike.

A cellar tour on one level with the caped guide, grape juice for the children and a tawny for everyone over eighteen, forty-five minutes.

Lunch at the long tables of the riverside market hall; everyone picks a stall, the grandparents get the seat with the view.

The circular tram 22 from Batalha round to Carmo and back, twenty minutes on wooden seats, the city seen without walking it.

The tram museum is one flat hall of old cars to climb into, on the riverside tram line; benches, a café and no crowds on a Monday.

Lunch of soup and sandwiches at the 1896 pastry shop next to Bolhão metro, which runs straight to the airport.