We have made our way from Lisbon to Porto, which was once the home of JK Rowling. Apparently, Rowling was teaching here (I think?) when she stumbled on a certain bookstore, and that store inspired her to write the Harry Potter novels. Or something like this. The Porto bookstore has milked Hogwarts for all it is worth; you now have to pay money *just to enter* the store, and there is a massive crowd waiting outside, as if awaiting entry to the British Museum. Earlier today, we wandered into an exhibit devoted to the works of Aurelia de Souza, a woman who lived from 1866 to 1922. Ms. de Souza painted herself (see the lady attached to this post), painted flowers, painted children gossiping. I was touched by the images of the children, who reminded me of my critters back home. One image had two kids plotting mayhem while a half-interested sitter tried to focus on a little knitting project. Some things never change. I don't carefully read every tourist nugget, but my new understa...