An ongoing love affair with bougainvillea
They do look like they’re rolling around laughing, don’t you think? Always time for a smile on Six Word Saturday. Or beauty, with Debbie.
In complete contrast to Saturday’s post, I’m sun-dazzled in Carvoeiro today. Not my favourite place in the Algarve but, after the enormous success of my Street Art in Silves, I made it a mission to visit Carvoeiro for more of the same. Most of its charm fled with the influx of tourism, but in winter months you might still catch a glimmer. Just don’t attempt it in high summer!
You can forgive a lot with street art like this, can’t you? I wandered through the centre, beaming at each new find.
Do you have a favourite yet? I confess a weakness for the frog. A handsome prince if ever I saw one.
The background can enhance or distract, the musculature of Ronaldo seeming a little out of place beside that delicate chimney. But he’s everywhere in Portugal. Sometimes it’s good to see things in context, like this box outside the mosaic shop. And the lovely azulejo panel of the bay.
Just a morsel of cake. Not my preferred choice but very nice. However disparaging I may be about Carvoeiro, there’s a place just along the coast that never fails to delight me, even though commercialism has done its worst. The awe I felt when I first saw Algar Seco remains.
Fashioned by the raw power of the sea, the convoluted shapes and whorls cast a spell. A gentle whoosh, or a blast and a roar! The ocean always keeps you on your toes. You can follow the boardwalk along the cliff top to take in the views, or descend to peer through the lattice of holes.
The painted electricity boxes were there too. I hope you enjoyed them.
I’ve tried to catch up with as many of you as I can. Please give me a nudge if I’ve missed you. It’s meltingly hot in the Algarve right now, so I’m glad of those cooler weeks in the UK. Many thanks for your company and contributions. Feel free to join me next time here on Jo’s Monday walk.
Debbie captures the action on the streets of Edinburgh. What a venue!
A North Korean history lesson and a stroll by the shore with Albert :
A glass of wine or two, and a trilogy, with Drake :
Beautiful gardens to wander in, with Sandra :
While Irene enjoys a quiet life :
And Beatrice shares the natural beauty of Austria, courtesy of Ulli :
This one from Eunice seems very appropriate this week (and note it’s a sequel)
And Cathy is still walking the Camino, one step at a time :
I couldn’t resist this walk in Paris. Please say hello to Yoshimi :
Rosemay visits one of my favourite places in Yorkshire :
And how could you not enjoy a port or two, in Becky’s convivial company?
But if none of that pleases you, take a trip with Sheetal. You won’t regret it!
Hope you’re having a wonderful Bank Holiday in the UK, and wishing you all a great week ahead. I’m still battling gently with the new phone, but I had some great news yesterday. My son proposed to his lovely lady, on holiday in Barcelona, and she said ‘si’. 🙂
A lovely place to end! We had the odd misgiving when we arrived in Vila Franca do Campo, but we were completely wrong.
Such a wonderful renovation, retaining character and atmosphere, and with smiling, helpful staff. Convento de Sáo Francisco was a real find.
I even found a niche to watch the final of the French Open tennis at Roland Garros, while a certain other enjoyed one last lounge beside a hotel pool. All’s well that ends well? Rafa certainly thought so! And as we sashayed out to our final evening meal, would you credit it but a band struck up in the distance? Just one more procession, albeit a very low key affair, which rather suited our mood.
And the sun finally set on an epic Azores adventure. I have so enjoyed sharing it with you.
So sorry to have confused everybody! I intended to schedule Vila Franca do Campo, my Monday walk, for today, but I got over-excited and posted it late on Saturday. My links to everyone’s walks are over there so please do check back for any you’ve missed. I doubt I’ll post again before the weekend. Have a great week!
So! The dilemma! Our last night, close to the airport for an early start, or a beguiling monastery, not too far away? When we rang the bell pull at dusk, and the narrow grill rolled slowly back, we could have been forgiven for wondering if we’d made the right choice. A small door in the hefty green one was swung creakily back to admit us. Were we spending the night in a cell?
Vila Franca do Campo was full of surprises. On our bed, at Convento de Sáo Francisco, a glossy magazine, open at a feature… are you familiar with Bom Jesus at Braga, on mainland Portugal? The image was something similar, but on a smaller scale. Definitely an expedition for the morning.
On a bright blue day, yet another amiable taxi driver arrived to wind us up, and up, and up the hillside to Senhora da Paz. (and he would collect us at six for the airport, the following morning, still smiling 🙂 ) Breakfast of island cheeses, boiled eggs, fresh pineapple and wonderful local bread and honey had set us up for the day. Nothing to do but start at the top, and amble slowly, back down the hillside.
The views down upon Vila Franca do Campo, with its offshore islet, were simply beautiful, the subtle stripes of the ocean stretching to infinity. The azulejo panels tell the story of Our Lady of Peace, whose image was discovered nearby, in a simple grotto.
Reluctantly I tore myself away to begin the descent. Mingled with the ever present hydrangeas, starry bursts of delicate agapanthus.
Did you notice the islet, on the horizon? I didn’t manage to get there in the short time we had, but the ferries leaving the marina seemed popular. But I’m jumping ahead of myself. We wound our way down a tree-lined avenue until we were back in the town. The houses had interesting adornments to delay our progress, and one garden was full of ripening bananas. Most noticeable, though, were the coloured hoops across the streets. A festival of some kind was set to happen, connected to the Senhora, I could only surmise.
Eventually the twists and turns brought us to a central square, and thirst led us from there to the marina. A hot and lively place from which to observe the business of boats. Something I’m able to do for hours!
A seawall led out around the marina, protecting it from an ocean mild as milk on this particular day. We stopped to watch some youngsters bringing home their tiny craft, the instructor bellowing at them intimidatingly. I was glad that I was ashore.
So many fascinating jobs to be done. But not everybody loves boats, and it was time to follow the shoreline and head back up to our monastery/hotel. Evidence here that someone loves cars too!
Through a very attractive square, whose church door was temptingly open. And past the prettiest bandstand ever!
I think this may be a good place to leave this walk, though I hear anguished cries of ‘what about the cake?’ You can have too much of a good thing?
I’m still in the UK till late Wednesday. So much has happened since we were in the Azores! I’m in transit to Nottingham tomorrow, and as some of you may realise, I’ve just hit Publish rather than Preview! So you have a Jo’s Monday walk on a Saturday. Whatever next? I hope you’ll excuse me. There will be a brief follow up on Monday.
Meanwhile, Cathy has been trekking, and trekking, on her spiritual journey :
And Sandra has been enjoying the great outdoors :
I always enjoy a step back in time. Thanks, Irene :
Meet Elina from Finland! She has some wonderful sights to show you :
And guess what? Drake’s….
And he has full permission to walk on a day that’s not Monday 🙂
While Rupali, after a break, is…
And Ulli takes us on a majestic tour of the Austrian Alps :
Funnily enough, Suzanne, the Travelbunny, just featured a spectacular walk in Austria that I’d love to do :
And Debbie takes us to ever more exotic and interesting places. I can’t keep up!
I’m sure she’d enjoy some of the street art in Cheryl’s walk, too :
Another newcomer to the walks- please give a warm welcome to Nandini :
And in case you’ve forgotten Nadine, something that made me feel very restless :
And I almost missed Margaret, but here she is!
It’s great that you’ve all continued to walk with me. Comments were closed for a while, but I guess I’m back in business now. I’ve loved my family time in the UK but I think it will be good to be home again.
Sáo Miguel is quite a large island. Needing a base from which to complete the walk around the rim of the volcano at Sete Cidades, I opted for the small village of Capelas, on the northwest coast. Knowing nothing about it, once we’d checked into a lovely bungalow in the grounds of the Solar do Conde, it was time to explore.
A left turn took us towards the village, a walk of about 15 minutes. A right turn led to a beautiful coastal path, according to our helpful hotel receptionist. Village first, though the road was narrow and largely unpaved.
A sign suggested the name of Capelas comes from caves dug into the rocks by the often boisterous sea, the caves resembling chapels. The art of the bandstand seems to be alive and well here in the Azores. We saw some beauties. The tile panels are equally beautiful throughout Portugal.
Certainly, the cliffs were high, and the sea a little boisterous. Nor did the tiny port look an easy place to dock. The square outside the church seemed a pleasant place to sit and watch village life, the locals lazing away a warm afternoon. The church was still open so I popped inside.
We ambled back to the hotel, where a pool awaited. Rather a nice one, too, but I couldn’t sit still for very long. What about that right turn? Leaving the other half to idle a while, I picked up the camera and sauntered off again.
Sure enough, the coastal path led far away into the distance. I didn’t have much time before supper, but I can never resist the whoosh of waves.
As I approached the bathing area the clouds were beginning to gather again. It seemed like a good time to turn for that evening’s ‘home’.
Jo’s Monday walk is going to be missing for 3 weeks or more while I’m in the UK, so I’ve decided to include the walks I’ve already accumulated this week, here. It’s hard to keep track of them otherwise. Feel free to keep them coming. I have one last lovely place in the Azores to share with you. I’ll post it when I can, but have no idea when that might be.
State of the art, and a few gymnastics with Janet, to get us started :
Not a walk so much as a ride with Sue, but you’ve gotta love her :
The irrepressible Jackie offers up…
I mostly saw it in the rain, but Natalie had much better luck :
Boats, oysters, marshlands… Alice has it all!
Tiptoe through a chateau, with Drake?
A city gate, and a little history from Ulli :
Terri admits she’s a little obsessed with fitness, but you have to admire her dedication :
How’s about this for a bridge, on many levels? Thanks, Carol!
Sweltering heat seems to have been universal lately. Enjoy a cooling Algarve stroll with Becky :
Thanks for your company, and your patience. Have a great Summer, or ‘roll on Spring!’ depending where you are in the world. See you soon!