Staying curious, brave and accepting in the Algarve.
There is a quiet intimacy in this old town, like a love letter left out to fade beautifully in the sun.
Where a maze of cobbled streets that tilt towards the sea hold the warmth of the day and
whitewashed houses blush with evening light.
I see it in the silhouettes that stroll the boardwalk at dusk, in the glow of a single balcony light.
In an open window being caressed by a billowing curtain in the breeze.
It is a town where fishing boats huddle together at night while the townsfolk sit with wine-warmed hands and send their laughter rippling out over the darkened water. I have come to cherish it as the ‘day’s delight’- a place where every voice seems to carry a remembered story, and you cannot help but feel the ache of all the lives lived here before.
Then there is a hush that falls, when the sky turns from gold to indigo. The whole village hums like a living artwork—raw, weathered, and beautiful—holding the gentle promise that the love within, like the tide against the shore, will always return.
The new friends, of the old town. They wander home, safe, slow.
Until morning, where the towns intimacy begins once more.
Stay Safe and Play Nice
Andy - Bald Art.
