In Summer there are countless celebrations across the Algarve, but it’s always a delight to arrive and find the streets decked with paper flowers. Last Friday in Tavira all was splendour, but after the weekend came the slow process of deflowering. What better way to share than a Collage?
It’s Saturday and yet again Debbie has six words to make you smile. Do go and join in! And have a great weekend!
It’s more than 6 weeks since I got back from Tavira, in my lovely Algarve. Time to round up a few of those photos I never got around to sharing, and move on. A new roof top bar provides a great overview of this beautiful place.
The river runs bronze after heavy rain
One of those shabby doors Sue loves
A hint of castle wall
Up on the castle walls
Down in the riverside gardens
A riot of colour
Such a pretty letterbox
And a little bit of magic on the rooftops
Until next time…
Don’t forget to share your six words on Debbie’s little bit of fun, and have a great weekend. I’ll be back on Monday with a very English walk.
Tavira, in the Eastern Algarve, has a reputation for restoring her many churches. In the years I have been visiting I have marvelled at some of the changes wrought. Still it is a thrill to turn a corner and find another, ripe for renovation. If you look closely at the gallery below, you will see what I mean. Exposed bare plaster scars the walls and alcoves.
Previously I had only been into the gardens, the church being always locked. Just occasionally the gardens would be padlocked too, and I’d feel a sense of deprivation. A quiet bench, the overgrown trees dappling patterns onto ruined walls, somehow they provide a warm and soothing space.
Still, it was a revelation to venture inside this church. First appearances can be deceptive. A curtain veiled the entrance to a side chapel. Stepping through a little cautiously, I was utterly unprepared for the figures that greeted me there.
The Church of São Francisco has met with it’s share of disasters. Since construction in 1272 it has suffered 2 earthquakes (in 1722 and 1755), a landslide in 1843 and a fire in 1881. Perhaps it’s time it had a little luck. Should you find yourself in Tavira and the church happens to be open, please deposit a few coins in the collection box. It may help speed the recovery.
This might not be what Paula had in mind for Traces of the Past this week, but it’s an opportunity to share with you Thursday’s Special.
I know! I know! I’m not supposed to be blogging but by the time I come back it will be too late to share this with you. The 5th January is traditionally the last day for Christmas decorations and soon I’ll be off to watch the parade of Kings in Vila Real de S. Antonio. Meantime I’ve found some lovely crib scenes here in Tavira… my little town. Where else does the fire station contribute in such style?
That’s all I’ve time for! Click on the gallery for a closer look. Blue skies beckon.
It was a night of purest excitement and I haven’t really had chance to share it with you yet. Let’s wander the streets of Tavira on the night that Portugal won the European Cup, against all expectations. It was a great place to be.
I left the excitement briefly and climbed the back streets to look down on the town. There was a ghostly silence. But everywhere was clad in finery.
Suddenly a rousing cheer split the air, and I scurried back to be part of the action. Truly, a night to remember!
Have a great weekend, and make some memories yourself. Maybe share them in six words?
Jen’s photo in the Weekly Photo Challenge this week is a real beauty. I can’t hope to compete, but I did want to share with you a few of the details of my recent trip to the Algarve. As half expected, it was unbelievably hot, and much of the time was spent with my toes in the water.
A weekend at home in the UK will be an entirely different prospect. Perhaps I shall relish the cool. Whatever your weekend brings, I hope it’s a good one. Join me on Monday and we’ll find somewhere to walk. But first, pop in on Cate with six words?
So many images I’ve yet to share with you from my April trip to Tavira! I’m returning, for another week, on Wednesday. Beautiful though Britain is, I can’t pretend it won’t be a relief to escape for a little while. Even grey days over there are greeted with a sunny smile and a wave.
It will be hot, so there won’t be much walking, but almost certainly a little toe dabbling, and lazily watching clouds gather on the horizon.
Early mornings and long warm evenings will be the best times, when I can look out on the world at peace, or enjoy a little quiet companionship.
I will still be walking with you on Monday, but I haven’t decided where yet. Then I’ll quietly disappear. Maybe it will all make sense when I return.
Do enjoy your weekend. I’m off to zumba, as soon as I’ve checked in on Cate. Share your six words?