I‘d like to say we pulled into the little town of Pinhão on an old steam train, stepping out onto the 1930s station platform as the horn whistled and the mist rose. But really, our rental car was parked up outside in the station’s parking lot. Minor detail. Anyway, we’d arrived in the heart of the Douro Valley, Portugal’s wino country, ready…
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