#ferragudo

[allthingseurope]

Ferragudo, Portugal (by Jean Marc REMY)

[iko66]

Ferragudo, Faro, Portugal

[arcstreet]

Old village of Ferragudo, in Algarve (south Portugal ). Photo by Manuel Pires.

[astaldis]

💌 Send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome. 💌

Thank you 😘

And greetings from Portugal! Last day of my Erasmus course here though, tomorrow I'll have to go back home to 8 degrees 🥶 (and my cats 😊).

[msaliciamrodriguez]

I love mandalas. Their symbolism of unity and flow inspires me especially when the colors are so vibrant and the geometry so stunning. These were on exhibit in #ferragudo I must return and bring one home. Which one is your favorite and why? #mandalas #art #algarvelove #nothingisordinary #slowlivinginportugal @slow_living_in_portugal (at Ferragudo, Faro, Portugal) https://www.instagram.com/p/Co13YdCufn1/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[basta1click]

Recantos secretos da Praia da Rocha. • • • • • • • • • #cadernodoandarilho #luscofusco #worldmobilephotography #ShotandEditedoniPhone #olhoportugues #shooters_pt #amar_algarve #landscape #landscapephotography #ferragudo #visitportugal #15aoburro #wonderful_places #wonderlustportugal #igtravel #travelphotography #portugal_a_gramas #portugalemclicks #photooftheday #picoftheday #liveforthestory #super_portugal #natgeoyourshot #yourshotphotographer #ig_algarve_ #estaes_portugal #iphonephotography #iosphotograph #ShotonIphone #portugaldenorteasul @landscape_captures @super_algarve @daoraportugal @portugal.visuals @wonderlust.portugal @portugal_denorteasul (em Praia Da Rocha, Faro, Portugal) https://www.instagram.com/p/Clk434mIysc/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[froghunter]

Ferragudo…

[travel-by-ev]

Kleines Mittagessen in Ferragudo

Ferragudo, den 27.02.2023

Zuerst aber einen kleinen Spaziergang durch Ferragudo. Dem kleinen Fischerort in Sichtweite der Hochhäuser von Portimão auf der anderen Seite des Rio Arade. Der Ortskern ist noch ziemlich ursprünglich.

Hier gibt’s noch einiges zu entdecken und zu fotografieren. Z. B. alles, was mit dem Fischfang zu tun hat. Boote, Netze und alles was man so zwischen den Fischerbooten finden kann

Und irgendwann bekommt man wieder Hunger. An der Praia Grande gibt es ein Restaurant, das sogar geöffnet hatte. Auf dem Foto sieht es so aus, als wenn Astrid vor dem Essen beten würde. Nein, so ist es nicht, sie hat sogar von den kleinen Tintenfischen gegessen. Die kleinen Cipriones haben hervorragend geschmeckt.

[antoniosousadias2]

Ferragudo, 2024

[sgiandubh]

she is in Portugal

Dear Portugal Anon,

I deleted three of your submissions and published the Canada Day one. You sent them to *urv, too and I suggest to stick with that destination.

I am not interested by what a very ephemeral side player is doing. Miss Universe or not.

If anything, that should scream transactional, Anon. And some money on the side during her Summer European tour (she went on one last year, too: it included Paros, the main Greek destination for Wannabe Posers). But I sometimes wonder if any of you, gullible women, ever had a real relationship, in your entire lives.

PS: She is in Ferragudo, a fishing village of the Algarve region. That, *urv is too parochial to tell you, Anon. ⛵, 🦐, ☀️ and 🆕💰. Not with S, never will.

[zemagltd]

Everyday Poetry - "Be silent in a group of people See what they reveal to you." Yoko Ono

[Ferragudo - Algarve - Portugal - August 2020]

[hardsadness]

Ferragudo, Algarve, Portugal

Angely on Facebook

[dukeofdogs]

Vial of Forbidden Knowledge

Chest: May the following hereby be known: Ferragudo Mateus, sorcerer’s apprentice, has fled the realm’s custody. His whereabouts remain unknown. Mateus is guilty of crimes against the village and the temple of the Lionhead Spider. Cursed by gods and man alike, he shall not be permitted to escape the righteous vise of justice. Thus we proclaim: Any who offers aid or shelter to the fugitive Mateus shall suffer punishment of equal measure.”

Scroll 1: From the moment I spied the box, nestled in the grass, its unblinking eye staring back at me, I recognized the work of a master craftsman. Subtle peculiarities of its design pointed to some distant origin, a realm unknown to me. And clearly not carved with human hands, of that I was certain. In truth, it appeared no different from a simple coffret, perhaps even a jewelry box, and yet somehow I knew there must be… more. Indeed, a puzzle box of some sort – a riddle! I know now I’d be a fool not to see! As I gazed upon it then, my mind raced and my heart quickened. Realizing the purpose of its existence was only the first step in uncovering its deeper mysteries. I was roused from my thoughts by a sudden gust from behind, a light tap on my shoulder – it was the iron-shod boot of the hanged man, swaying in the wind. I quickly plucked the box from the ground, slipped it into my pack and mounted my horse to make for the ferry. The clouds were heavy, the storm poised to break. I needed to cross the river.

Scroll 2: Yet if the gods dare not tempt fate, then why, I ask, should a humble traveler? Particularly when the path to a brighter future has just been laid before him? Thus, when the sky cracked open above me, I abandoned hope of catching the ferry and sought refuge within the walls of a cemetery mausoleum. With naught but time until the storm passed, I opened my pack and reached for my new prize. With slow, deliberate fingers, I spent untold time feeling for mechanisms or triggers that might cleverly hide in its ornamentation, its seams… Nothing! Not a wood grain out of place! Then epiphany struck – I musn’t look from close, but rather far! From beyond the box! The mausoleum – it serves as a likeness of it. The space around us – a projection of me. And I – the riddle to be solved! Yes! Using the spoon placed in my hand, I removed my left eye without delay, placing it on the catafalque opposite me to complete my vantage. At that moment, I gained absolute clarity. I could truly see.

Scroll 3: Yes yes yes! This box could be none other than a hitherto unknown type of puzzle – a relativity riddle, of course! And I was on the brink of cracking it at last when that damnable band of interlopers disrupted by concentration. Fortunately, I’d already learned the truth of the coffret’s many nooks and panels. I knew the drawers on its side could deliver me from this inconvenience. Peering through the eye I’d placed opposite me, I could see—like through some distant window—as I parted the earth around the mausoleum, shifting and folding, those armed miscreants disappearing into the chasms. Hah! After rotating and extending a second drawer, from that same soil I unleashed an otherworldly horde to silence the stragglers. As my army of undead soldiers tore sinew from bone and shrieked into the dark, the mausoleum’s thick walls spared me the noise so I might, at last, lift the box’s lid to face my final challenge.

Scroll 4: I know now the solution could never have been found immediately nor easily. There could be no half-measures, no path to enlightenment beyond the one I followed. As newborn babes must communicate first through cries and wails, so must young children through singular words, simple concepts. Only later, once grown, can man fathom the depths of complexity. In the end, I did not solve the box’s riddle. No, it solved mine. It revealed in me how easy it is to break one’s bones, to fold them, to tie muscles into knots and bends, to mold flesh into timeless ornamentation! To find one’s face beneath the lid, squeezed into a frame drawn from intestines and, in a final flourish, to retrieve one’s unshackled eye, displaying it prominently at the heart of creation – ever watchful. Now, as I close this lid, I cast a final triumphant glance at the stony sky above me and rejoice in my life’s greatest achievement… the chance to offer a riddle.

[letourdumondedesdufraigne]

On est à l'ouest !

Mercredi 27 septembre, nous avons un invité à dîner : il s'agit de Jean-Michel, français, retraité du Crédit agricole (personne n'est parfait!) et résident au Portugal depuis 8 ans, qui nous a accueillis lors de notre arrivée à Carvoeiro.

Nous mettons à profit la journée pour une visiter un petit village de pêcheurs voisin, Ferragudo.

Ici, tout est recyclé, on se détache du superflu...si, si regardez bien !

Jeudi 28 septembre, nous visitons le village médiéval de Silves (nul, malgré les recommandations du guide), et regagnons le large à la Ponta da Piedade, pour une petite rando en fin d'après-midi : sur cette pointe, des roches ocres dessinent une succession d'arches et d'aiguilles, magnifique soleil couchant.

Vendredi 29 septembre, cap sur Cabo De Sao Vicente, pointe la plus au sud occidental de l'Europe.

Nous passons à Sagres, ville rue fantomatique, avec quelques boutiques à destination des surfeurs, un petit port de pêche et une Escola qui était en sortie ce jour-là : rencontre intergénérationnelle avec le "jeu du parachute" (qui a rappelé bien des souvenirs!!).

Thierry, dis nous quels sont ces oiseaux??

Il y a de nombreuses boutiques qui vendent de la poterie et de la vaisselle. (plutôt cheap...)

Sagres, vue depuis Cabo de Sao Vicente, la terre est ronde ?

Samedi 30 septembre, un vent à décorner les bœufs portugais (1 charolais = 5 portugais..), souffle sur le littoral. Sur la plage, les vagues rebondissent tellement fort que l'écume suffit à nous rafraîchir : drapeau rouge et nous vous avons précédemment parlé de l'efficacité des Lifeguards!

Petite rando en soirée sur l'autre colline de Carvoeiro, le vent est tombé.

"A Boneca Bar", installé dans un lieu improbable, repéré pour un autre soir!

[megacoeh]

Três turista estrangeiros foram resgatados de uma rocha de 40 metros no meio do mar na praia dos Caneiros, Ferragudo

E quem paga a despesa dos meios acionados, que incluiram um helicóptero. A praia não é esta, mas a rocha é parecida (maior) da que se ve ao fundo da imagem.

[carvoeirovillasp]

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