A mural for our times. I’d gone for a stroll by the water in neighbouring Cabanas when this curly headed cherub caught my eye. The following day there was an outbreak of Covid-19 and it became a place to avoid. Fortunately numbers seem to be decreasing locally and we have hopes of a return to normal life.
Playing around sometimes ends in tears. The Chameleon Trail, through pine forest from Vila Real de Santo Antonio to Monte Gordo, is currently out of bounds to Tavira. Not exactly locked down, we can’t go beyond the bounds of our municipality at present. But that still gives us a bit of scope. And you can play with the slider- hot chameleon, cool chameleon?
Pop over and share a Monday Mural with Sami. Have a good week!
Leaving the sea behind for a little while, one of my favourite roads in the Algarve is the N270. It winds steadily up into the hills, a series of twists and turns, with glimpses of small villages in the valleys below. As the road levels out you come to the market town of Sáo Brás de Alportel. It’s a nice peaceful spot for a wander. Come with me and we’ll see what we can find.
As with most traditional towns in Portugal, the streets are mainly cobbled. Claiming a convenient patch of shade, a snowy white cat regards me solemnly with its one green and one blue eye. Is it my imagination or does that lady on the wall look more anxious as I look back at her?
Around the corner, the entrance to the episcopal palace gardens, beyond which sparkles the municipal pool. This lovely outdoor facility was renovated last year and I expected to see it busy on this warm summer day. Another casualty of Covid-19, I suspect.
Much of Sáo Brás is a little dog-eared and worn, but resourceful locals have done their best to brighten the shabbiest walls. The local tourist information office and art gallery was open and I popped in to examine current trends. An interesting perspective on a corn field?
The town has a lovely church, the scene of devout and colourful celebrations at Easter. The streets are decorated with a multitude of flower heads and floral torches are paraded through them to a chant of ‘Hallelujah’. Not this year, of course, but at least they can’t take away the beautiful view.
Somebody must have had a job lot of paper swallows, because they appear on several of the artworks. How many swallows make a summer?
But the town is not short of more conventional beauty. The azulejos are as fine as any you will see. This cheerful scooter picks out the lemon of the background tile rather nicely, don’t you think?
The central square had a makeover a couple of years ago, and has become home to several modern art pieces. I was happy to find this metal family in a nearby street. Very appropriately, wearing their masks.
Perhaps you’d like to see the town in happier times, Celebrating life at Easter. We have to believe they’ll come again.
Meanwhile, just a few walks to share this week, which inclines me to think I could make Jo’s Monday walk a fortnightly feature, and confuse everyone! Today I’m going to join Sami, who shares street art every week on Monday Mural.
Ducks and dragonflies… I’m smitten, Janet :
He’s home again! Not such a terrible place to be, Drake :
Is anything more splendid than this? A Cornish garden, much loved by Jude :
While Albert goes in search of another splendid view :
Ending with Janaline in exotic Shanghai :
Wishing you all a good week, though I know life is difficult right now in many places. Take care till next time!