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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