Evening of day three. ...
sun going down over the swimming pool...
watched by the pussy cat...
Day four.....I didn't think he would, because of the erosion of the path, but Robin was willing to walk along the cliffs in the opposite direction of the town....
my favourite walk.....
someone had written this far below on a beach we'd never be able to climb down to now....
Robin did slip on a steep bit of the path but no damage done - just mud on jeans.
Reward lunch at the end - Robin's giant butterfly king prawn.
The little church we can see from the balcony....an iconic landmark where ever you are along the cliffs, on the beach, in a cafe.
Last day - the first really hot sparkling blue one...
bouganvillia...
date palms...
olive...
cliff path...
Armancao de Pera behind us...
where we had a tropical salad lunch - I'm not a fan of pineapple and strawberries with salad - but it was generous and fresh and cheap and just what I wanted.....
and a final custard tart indulgence....
in the beach cafe near the Town Hall....
and another indulgence - a passion fruit ice-cream cone strolling back to the taxi rank...
past the chiming bell of the church.
Last evening. Robin carries the shopping - Rocha pears, sharon fruit, giant lemons, peanut cookies and almond tarts - back to the hotel and I take the long steep steps down to the beach to catch the sunset over the ocean....
where I'm alone at last with the seagulls...
and the shells
and the unpolluted water of the Atlantic.....ready to come home.
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