I don’t want to square this, though I could pretend it’s pink. I’m wandering back in time to Torbole, in the north of Lake Garda, and just around the shoreline from my previous image. It looks flat calm. and tailor-made for an icecream, sitting on one of those benches with a view. I’m sure we did! It was one way to keep a small boy still for a while, as we gazed at the splendour of mountain scenery. But in the afternoons a fierce wind would blow, stirring that calm to a frenzy, and the windsurfers would take to the water in droves. Remembering it still hurts my eyes, with the glare of the sun on the waves.
There will be more. It’s one from a box of photos I scanned before leaving the UK, more than 2 years ago now.
For some time I’ve been thinking about a wander down Memory Lane with you, but then yesterday I was searching the chaos of my past life. I didn’t find the pink palace at Estoi that I was looking for, but I was transported back in time to a place that I love. I’m sure many of you will recognise it. The magical light on the water and the allure of the backdrop of mountains.
The photo is not mine, and I have manipulated it to fit with Becky’s Squares but I’m sure he will still be pleased to see it. A pink house for Jude, or is it terracotta? Do you know where it is?
Our first evening out in a long, long time. It had to include a stroll across the new bridge. And inevitably a BrightSquare. And what’s one more Six Word Saturday between friends? Have a good weekend everyone!
Walk down any street in the old part of Tavira and you’re bound to meet with a few azulejos. These beautiful tiles have a purpose in life, as well as looking highly decorative. Their function is to maintain temperature inside a building, very useful in keeping houses cool in summer heat and not too cold in the winter. I’ve never lived inside a building clad in azulejos, more’s the pity, so I can’t verify how well they work, but I’d be happy to give it a try. Trouble is, I’d want to be on the outside to admire them. You have to admit, they’re worth a second look.
Translating from the Arabic as ‘small polished stone’, the majority of azulejos are blue and white, and the shapes are a geometric representation of flowers and leaves. When you come upon a burst of colour, often edging a door or a window, it’s a thing of joy.
Wander with me through a street or two. Don’t for a moment imagine that the tiles will all be pristine and immaculate. These homes have seen life, though some are sadly neglected and still others are unoccupied.
Glazed tiles were originally invented in Egypt, but Portugal has a long history of decorating houses in this way. If you’re ever in Lisbon, the Tile Museum is a wonderful place to spend a few hours. More locally you simply have to look around you.
Modern houses often adopt a tile panel in deference to this lovely style. They are a beautiful way to enhance an outdoor space or terrace.
Let’s face it- I simply love showing off my town, even when the images are less than perfect, like this church. Not only is it a particular favourite, but it’s my Last on the Card for the month of March, for Brian. In fact, I’m going overboard on the challenges today. You might have noticed that there are many BrightSquares for Becky, and I’m sure that Ann-Christine won’t mind if I add this to her Lens-Artists selection of delights, You Pick It!
It’s been a difficult Easter for me, in more ways than one, but I’m adopting a spirit of ‘the show must go on’, and I have some lovely walks to share. Join me any time here on Jo’s Monday walk. I’ll try and make you welcome.
Sarah’s walk is pure nostalgia for me, and very beautiful :
Hopefully those chairs will be unstacked and good to go on Monday. It’s been a long haul, but we’re ready! I’m celebrating 400 Six Word Saturdays today, with the help of a few BrightSquares. Wishing you all a happy Easter weekend!
“Always look on the bright side of life…” Not always so easy to do, but I find it easier when our beaches are open. Happy and sandboy come to mind. Wishing you an Easter filled with hope and optimism. Oh, yes- and chocolate!
Becky’s playing with squares again. She’d love you to join her. The theme is BrightSquare.
I have a soft spot for this little balcony. I always look up when I walk past, whether it’s wash day or not. It seems like all of Tavira have their washing out today. It must be Monday? The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind….
The answer is blowing in the wind…. I wish I had the answer to Andrew’s peg message, but I don’t!
Hard not to smile at such a nosy sheep. All his friends were busy devouring the lush green stuff. He wasn’t exactly skinny so he must have eaten his share and was feeling conversational. Me, I didn’t have anything better to do. I’d left the house feeling just a bit grumpy. Walking the same lanes over and again, albeit in a different sequence, really didn’t suit. But then I began to look around me.
Blossom in the trees, rich wonderful hues, with sunlight filtering through them. Sky, the merriest shade of blue. Grass as green as you’ll ever see, the first poppies just beginning to nod. A time to go hunting in the shade for tiny, compelling wild orchids, the birds all a-twitter as I make my discoveries. And I know how very lucky I am.
For there is a lady who my heart goes out to. Her time on this earth has been brutally curtailed, and yet she faces each day with warmth, grace and humour. Sue Vincent is an extraordinary lady. Each morning I tiptoe into my Reader to check that there is another post, for her days are surely numbered. A writer with great charisma and insight, she has taken me on many beautiful journeys in the short time I have known her. I have found myself tramping across moorland, touching with awe the standing stones that entrance her, and poking around in quiet village churches. I don’t even know if she’s been to my lovely Algarve, but I feel compelled to share, in her honour, some of the beauty that surrounds me.
I sadly have to amend this post today because lovely Sue lost her battle. I can only say what a privilege and an honour it was to share this space with her. My thoughts are with her family and loved ones. RIP, beautiful soul.
The links are few this week and I would not normally be posting a walk, but I think you’d understand if you met Sue.
Sometimes us walkers bite off more than we can chew. I think Graham was relieved to get home after this :