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sister_luckMore Portugal.
I'll start with something typical. There is an indoor market in every town - some are bigger, some smaller and some are tourist hotspots like the one in Loulé.
This is the one in Aljezur.
One of the sellers was German - seems like a bunch of Aussteiger ended up in and around Aljezur from the 1970s onwards. She was explaining the local produce to a couple of German tourists. We bought some grapes from another stall. I was amused to see one teenage girl standing outside the market, holding her nose because she couldn't stand the sea smell of the fresh fish.
In that context, the next picture seems appropriate:
In Alvor someone was producing their own bacalhau (or drying some other fish, I can't tell). Dried codfish is the secret to Portuguese naval success and it is piled up high in all the supermarkets. I'd always been skeptical, but this holiday I saw the light. I had some very nice bacalhau com batata doce as well as the typical, but a little greasy bacalhau à Brás. Those are not dishes that are particularly great to look at, so you don't get to see the pictures! That said, while I had lots of great fish and meat, there was a sad lack of vegetables.
But there was fish everywhere - even on the walls:
It was one streetcorner with lots of fish:
Probably sardines.
What do you think?
Wouldn't you like to have a meal here?
Sadly, we didn't. But looking at the place is sometimes enough! Maybe the food would have been a let-down.
More prompts, please?
I'll start with something typical. There is an indoor market in every town - some are bigger, some smaller and some are tourist hotspots like the one in Loulé.
This is the one in Aljezur.
One of the sellers was German - seems like a bunch of Aussteiger ended up in and around Aljezur from the 1970s onwards. She was explaining the local produce to a couple of German tourists. We bought some grapes from another stall. I was amused to see one teenage girl standing outside the market, holding her nose because she couldn't stand the sea smell of the fresh fish.
In that context, the next picture seems appropriate:
In Alvor someone was producing their own bacalhau (or drying some other fish, I can't tell). Dried codfish is the secret to Portuguese naval success and it is piled up high in all the supermarkets. I'd always been skeptical, but this holiday I saw the light. I had some very nice bacalhau com batata doce as well as the typical, but a little greasy bacalhau à Brás. Those are not dishes that are particularly great to look at, so you don't get to see the pictures! That said, while I had lots of great fish and meat, there was a sad lack of vegetables.
But there was fish everywhere - even on the walls:
It was one streetcorner with lots of fish:
Probably sardines.
What do you think?
Wouldn't you like to have a meal here?
Sadly, we didn't. But looking at the place is sometimes enough! Maybe the food would have been a let-down.
More prompts, please?
