Today I’ve been longing for Portugal and hoping to have a chance to visit this enchanting country and my dear friends soon again. Maybe this feeling has sneaked in also because one of my Portuguese friends here in Brussels is suddenly moving back home. This is Brussels; people come and go. And in this moment of nostalgia, I took a look at the pictures I took with my home made pinhole camera back in 2008. The gloomy and narrow streets of Porto on a rainy night, stray cats and hanging laundry, distant music drifting across the river, old churches and cafés for the young and artistic. The taste of wine on my lips.