I visited the Algarve last week, flying from London Luton on the 0625 departure to Faro. That’s early, but there were plenty of people, travellers and workers in the cafés of the departure area of the airport.
I visited my mother in the countryside, taking her to places that she cannot easily access; she liked Praia da Faro, not far from the airport, on a beautiful day.
A portrait at post-prandial coffee in Olhão, a fishing port on the Atlantic.
Olhão is a fishing port with a small fish market. It was being cleaned at about 3:30 in the afternoon.
Tavira is a Roman town straddling the river. There was an accordionist busking on the Ponte Romana.
My mother eats frequently at a small restaurant/bar in Moncarapacho. Here some locals are preparing to eat flaming chorizo, presumably after it has gone out. It was a very cheerful prospect . . .
The surround countryside is very quiet in places. This neglected tractor has been there for at least 12 years . . .
