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Tales of Algarve

So I’m back in Portugal. Way down in the south, to be exact. The town of Faro is kind of sleepy, but since this is my fourth country visited in the last five days, I could use some rest.

The name of the region comes from the Arabic word for west, and in all its beauty it’s a fitting closure to continental Europe. The blindingly white walls reminds me of tiny villages in Greece. But unlike other Portuguese towns such as Porto, it doesn’t resemble the “saudade” feeling. More like a deserted town, left to its own devices as the Ria Formosa grows ever closer.

Old town of Faro Old town of Faro.
Old town of Faro Deserted street in old town.

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