Tell us about this land at the end of Europe that you have made your own, Olhão.
Imagine a labyrinth of cobbled streets with cubic whitewashed houses with coloured azulejos facades. The contamination of the past with Africa is palpable in every corner. You almost feel like you are in a medina in Essaouira. It is a "real" city in which the Portuguese soul still reigns, as Arthur Pastor photographed so well in the 1940s.
And above all, it is atown that does not live by tourism alone, but first and foremost by fishing. You can smell thegrilled sardines at any time of the day.
And then of course the presence of the sea, powerful and comforting at the same time, which we pass by at weekends to go to the marvellous islands along the coast.