First town was Silves, tucked into the lower hills to the north. Quiet, a small market, a nearly empty castle at the top of narrow winding streets and memorable grilled sardines. |
The market before closing |
Looking out of the walled town to a more modern street |
Another street. |
insite the castle walls |
a pleasant cathedral |
Sunday morning we drove out to the 'end' the southwest corner of Portugal - to the South, the Med; to the West, the Atlantic. Then, after a nice meal in Sagres, we drove into the mountains to Monchique |
Other than a busload of Spaniards we had the view to ourselves. |
One of several modern statues in Monchique |
Pretty streets |
and many colorful houses |
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Everything seemed freshly painted |
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The cathedral |
Great door! |
A good place for a shot of Cristina |
The last day we explored Faro and then drove east to Tavira, a town I remembered fondly. Few tourists, not all shiny and bright, but very 'comfortable'. |
View from the top of the Faro Cathedral |
Wood carving in the cathedral |
Modern ceramics workshop |
Tavira bridge |
Clamming? |
Something about European men... |
Three in Silves |
Two in Monchique |
Three more in Faro |
Some of them work |
and some of them shop? |
And finally the critters... We saw storks everywhere but I'll only bore you with two shots. And then the best of all at the table next to ours in a Tavira cafe... |
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Atop the Faro cathedral |
Watching over Silves |
Is he about to pour the tea? |
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