‘Twas the night before Porto

By Joanna Burleigh

‘Twas the night before Porto when all throughout Bath Third years erased cameras of their last photograph, The students were nestled all snug in their beds While visions of Siza danced in their heads.

And Daniel in his kerchief and Matt W in his red scarf Had just settled down to watch the last crit in Bath, When off took the plane with an almighty roar, Sending students to Porto – eighty-one plus four.

Upon landing cameras came out in a dash

Taking in the culture with many a photo and sketch Viewing the city with every tile and etch.

As snapchats were sent home with many a pout, Umbrellas were abundant in rainy Porto And wellies were purchased, as you probably know.

The culture was absorbed as they transformed into Flaneurs Soaking up intricate details – the mind whirs, Views from Clerigos, the highest point from Douro, Gave stunning views of the roofscape below.

Cathedrals, markets, bridges and St Benedict’s church Leaning over St Louis bridge made your stomach lurch, Museum designs began to brew in their little heads And concepts grew and spiralled while in their beds.

As the trip drew to a close and enough sangria had been tasted, The students decided the time had come to get wasted,

And threw some sick shapes well into the night.

They were immersed in the character of such a crazy city To return to studio was a real pity, Sponsored by Ibstock – for who they are very grateful They enjoyed the trip with every Portuguese tapas plateful.

Happy designing to all and to all a good night!