Carvoeiro, a Fond Farewell
How We Got There and Why We Stayed
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| Portugal |
My father retired in 1980 and bought a house on a golf course in Val de Lobo, a house that hosted many of our earlier visits to the region. By 1995 my parents found moving back and forth to Portugal several times a year had become increasingly wearisome, and they sold the house.
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| A younger me and the house in Val do Lobo (April 1992) |
My father died in September 1999 so from 2000-03 we took my mother back to Val de Lobo during October half-term (one of the advantages of being teachers).
Unfortunately my mother's health deteriorated and from 2004 Lynne and I came to Portugal on our own. We tried a rural alternative, but it was not ideal, and arrived in Carvoeiro for the first time in 2005. Since then, we have returned every year (almost). We did not stay because we were afraid of going elsewhere, during those years our travels took us from 100oW (Mexico City) to 127oE
(Kaesong, North Korea) and from 65°N (Stykkishólm, Iceland) down to 2oN
(Malacca, Malaysia) – shame we never quite made the southern hemisphere. But that was travelling, and we also wanted a holiday, somewhere to relax that was warm, familiar
and not too far from home. The Algarve was all those things, and Carvoeiro retained some of the atmosphere of the fishing village it once was, yet had all the facilities we could want. Knowing the area well, there was nowhere we needed to explore; we could visit where we liked when we liked - or simply not bother.
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| The Algarve (Carvoeiro underlined) and its position in the Iberian Peninsula (inset) Val do Lobo is on the coast a little northwest of Faro, the regional capital |
I started blogging in 2010 and have since published 10 Algarve posts (see end) and 8 more on the Alentejo –
the region to the north – from visits preceding our Algarve fortnights. The only previous Carvoeiro post - The Boxes of Carvoeiro (2016) – celebrated a plot between local artists and the electricity company to brighten up the town’s streets. It is now time for a proper Carvoeiro post.
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| Carvoeiro Carvoeiro grew around its beach where the fishing boats were based. This post is largely about that area, though later developments are spreading east and west |
Vilas do Mar
From 2005 to 2022 we stayed at No.1 Vilas do Mar. Vilas
do Mar is a two-storey block of 10 apartments in the delightfully named Rua
Cerro dos Pios (Little Hill of Birdsong), a short loop off the cliff-top road. It
is an ugly building (hence no photograph) in a road lined with bougainvillea-clad,
white-washed villas. The apartment was spacious and well equipped, though the
walls were paper-thin. Fortunately, we very rarely had upstairs neighbours, but
when we did, we heard every step they took and much more.
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| The Little Hill of Birdsong, Carvoeiro 2012 |
The block was end-on to the road with a pool at the back and a small garden at the front. The pool was communal, but the garden belonged to No.1. While other residents had only a balcony or small
patio, we had space to relax in the sunshine and enjoy lunch and dinner al fresco.
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| Lunch in the garden, Vilas do Mar, 2007 |
Until 2008 we spent the last week of October (autumn half term) there, then we retired and our single week became a fortnight. After
some experimentation, we settled on the first two weeks of October when the
summer crowds have gone, but the summer weather lingers; unbroken sunshine can be enjoyed most days, with temperatures typically a perfect 26°.
We also got to know our landlords. Malcolm and Tessa
divided their time between Essex and their other Carvoeiro property and we had
dinner together once or twice on every trip.
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| Lynne with Tessa and Malcolm, Restaurante A Vela, Carvoeiro, 2012 |
The Boardwalk and Algar Seco
In the early days we used to walk on the cliff tops. In 2014 we arrived to find a new boardwalk across the cliffs. Although initially
annoyed, I soon accepted that lizards, birds and other denizens of the brush would be better off without us tramping through their habitat - and the
boardwalk provided better views along the coast.
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| On the Boardwalk. (2025) |
Heading east takes you to A Bonica and Algar Seco. The
soft sandstone cliffs are battered by the sea and (occasional) rain into fantastical shapes,
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| A Boneca and Algar Seco (2025) |
At the bottom of the first flight of steps a right turn used to take visitors down to a café, now partly buried by a cliff fall a couple of years ago. Walking across the café terrace brings you to A Boneca,..
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| A Boneca (2025) |
... a rocky pillar with an entrance.
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| Entrance to A Boneca (2025) |
Once through the landward entrance there is the option of a seaward exit...
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| Seaward exit, A Boneca (2025) |
...you would be well advised not to take it, unless you wish to sleep with the fishes.
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| Outside the seaward exit, A Boneca (2025) |
At the bottom of the first flight of steps a left turn descends to Algar Seco where a hole in the cliff allows water to rush in and swirl out with more or less drama depending on the tide and the height of the waves. At low tide on a calm day, it is just an empty pool.
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| Algar Seco on a calm day at low tide (2025), The man with the backpack would have been in difficulties otherwise |
The Largo and the Beach
Walking west brings you to a headland above the
beach. New this year (2025), is a statue of a fisherman. He is, presumably,
wondering what happened to his village, while beside him, I am wondering how to
make myself look even older than I am. Unlike the fisherman I appear to have
cracked the problem.
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| The fisherman, Carvoeiro (2025) |
Some buildings have different uses, but the descent to
the Largo (Square) has changed little since 2014, it remains a steep 38m (120ft) descent.
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| Down to the Largo (2014) |
The Largo has also changed little. Although called a
‘square’ it feels triangular with the entrance from the town being a truncated
apex. The side we descended has long been dominated by O Barco.
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| The Largo and O Barco (2025) |
The three café/restaurants on the other side have all
changed hands, Xamor is our current favourite watering hole.
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| Lynne outside Xamor in the other side of the Largo (2025) |
We can often be found there at beer o’clock, though sometimes we have a cup of tea and a biscuit on our balcony instead.
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| Beer o'clock (2025) |
The base of the Largo opens onto the beach. When we first
visited in 1982 my memory suggests traditional fishing boats were pulled
up here (Carvoeiro has never had a harbour). There are still boats, and a winch to haul them up from the waves, but they would not be recognised
by the man on the headland. These boats catch only tourists, taking them along
the coast and into the many caves in the cliffs.
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| Carvoiero beach (2021) |
Moving to Monte Dourado
When we first met in 2008, Malcolm and Tessa were much the age we are now. They enjoyed a full life in Carvoeiro, Tessa with the
church and her book club, while Malcolm swam and played tennis. Well into his
90s he was a regular at Carvoeiro Tennis Club and claimed he was hitting the
ball as well as ever – on the rare occasions he could get to it.
But age, as I am learning, comes with problems. When they felt the time had come to sell No.1 Vilas do Mar, we had ample warning that 2022
would be our last visit. They put us in touch with the owners of a property
near theirs in the Monte Dourado development, we walked round to take a look
and booked it when we returned home.
Monte Dourado is the same height as Vilas do Mar, but Vilas do Mar sits on a clifftop plateau, while Monte Dourado has little flat land
around it. Going out on foot means descending, probably climbing another hill,
followed by a second descent and climb. Unfortunately, our 2023 accommodation
required us to climb the hill and then 40-50 steps up to our front door. I am
not complaining, we knew in advance, but we were both surprised how tiring it
was.
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| Monte Dourado, 109 Apartments on a hill top |
Before leaving we visited Monte Dourado Recepção and enquired if they could offer us a ground floor apartment for 2024. They could, and
by chance, it was next door to Malcolm and Tessa’s. Malcolm was not there, his travelling
days were over, but Tessa was, with her daughter and son-in-law who have their
own Monte Dourado property. We lunched with Tessa, and she suggested we use her
apartment next year, when her daughter would take over the management.
So, in 2025, we were resident in an apartment that we had visited, many times before.
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| Inside the apartment, Monte Dourado |
There were two advantages to moving next door. The open rear aspect unblocked the excellent view down over the beach,….
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| Our view over Carvoeiro (with Lynne's favourite 'pirate' ship passing by) |
… and it welcomed the morning sun, so for the first time in Carvoeiro we enjoyed al fresco breakfast, as well as lunch and dinner.
2025 A New Year, a New Problem
In spring I attended my regular optometrist’s
appointment knowing my eyesight was a little odd and suspecting I needed new
glasses. What I got was a referral to the ophthalmology department of the Royal
Stoke Hospital. The consultant diagnosed acute glaucoma, the pressure in both eyes
was not just high, but alarming and damaging my optic nerves. Eye-drop
treatment reduced the pressure, the immediate emergency went away, and I waited
a couple of weeks for an operation to deal with the cause of the problem, and pop
in a couple of new lenses to improve my sight and help keep my errant irises in
position.
The damage to my optic nerves is permanent, and I have
field of vision problems. I have informed the DVLA* who will either cancel my
licence or send me for an official test, but in the meantime, I thought it wise
to stop driving. Lynne has not driven on the right-hand side of the road since our
year in the USA (1983/4!) and declined to take on the driving, so I cancelled our
hire car. We have never visited Carvoeiro without a car and I wondered how we
would cope.
New Experiences (1): Carvoeiro Municipal Market
We pre-booked an efficient and reasonably priced airport taxi and next day taxied to the out-of-town supermarket. We also used Carvoeiro’s
municipal market for the first time, it is a short walk away but only opens from 7:00 to 11:00.
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| Carvoeiro Municipal Market |
An elderly (says I!) man runs an excellent fruit and
vegetable stall, but the fish market in the room behind was always closed.
There is a good butcher and a shop selling delicatessen items and along with
the shops in town they kept us fed and watered wined.
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| Inside Carvoeiro's Municipal Market: Fruit and veg on the left, the butcher down the end |
New Experiences (2): The ‘Train’ to Ferragudo
A little road-train runs around Carvoeiro, and twice weekly
heads off to the nearby village of Ferragudo.
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| Not much room left on the train |
We had never bothered before, but this time, fancying
a change of scenery, we boarded a 'train' packed with people old enough to know better.
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| Up the hill beside the beach |
Carvoeiro to Ferragudo is 4.5km as the crow flies, but over the years we have watched Carvoeiro stretching ever further towards its neighbour. Ferragudo is also growing, and they will meet within the next few years.
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| Along the coast road towards Ferragudo |
Ferragudo is a pleasant and still active fishing port…
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| Fishermen not actually fishing, Ferragudo |
…staring across the Arade estuary at the city of Portimão.
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| Portimão across the Arade from Ferragudo |
Old Friends
We usually meet up with old friends Brian and Hilary for sardines at Dona Barco in Portimão. This year they kindly picked us up on their way and generously detoured on the way back and waited while we did a supermarket shop.
Ricky came over for lunch from her windmill in Mexilhoeira Grande. Ricky is my fourth cousin and she and Lynne discovered each other during genealogical research. She is a long time Algarve resident and now a Portuguese citizen, and we enjoyed our annual reunion.
A Favourite Walk
Inevitably, we walked more this year than in the past. Any walk from Monte Dourado starts with a descent and Rua do Povo do Buro is the quickest (i.e. steepest) route to the Largo. It is disappointing, if predictable, that the ‘street of the donkey people’ no longer houses any donkeys.
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| Down the Rua do Povo do Buro |
From the Largo we followed the same narrow road the ‘train’ had taken up the western (right-hand) headland. Rua do Paraiso (Paradise Street) is a pleasant walk in early morning sunshine, or a bit of a slog, depending on how you feel.
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| Up Rua do Paraiso |
At the top, on the tip of the promontory, just below the decaying remains of a fort is a look-out point surrounded by a whitewashed wall where you can take a breather…
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| The look-out point |
…and the annual photograph back over Carvoeiro. Travel companies, airlines and anyone else promoting Algarve tourism use a version of this photo,
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| Carvoeiro |
Then we descended.
The main road into Carvoeiro from the north, splits as it enters the town (see map above). The inbound Rua dos Pescadores and outbound Rua do Barranco are separated by a line of apartment blocks, shops and restaurants.
At the Largo, the end of Pescadores swings round to become the start of Barranco.
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| Pescadores (left) and Barranca (right) are parallel. Farol turns off right just after the start of Barranca |
The photograph also shows Estrado do Farol (Lighthouse Road) – aka Restaurant Hill - turning off to the right. Not all Carvoeiro’s
restaurants are on this street, but it has enough to occupy a discerning
glutton for several weeks without repetition, hesitation or deviation. It is
not part of this walk, but for those interested in Algarve cuisine, click here for my annually updated 'Eating the Algarve' post.
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| Descending Restaurant Hill after an excellent dinner |
Our walk continued up Rua do Pescadores; it is always wiser
to face oncoming traffic. Away from the Largo it is much the quieter road,
being narrower and more shaded, and with fewer shops and restaurants.
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| Looking back down Rus dos Pescadores |
There is not much to see, but I have always liked the building below. Despite occupying an oddly shaped plot, the design and
decoration are very traditional.
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| Photographed in 2006, when the building was freshly restored |
Near the top is the Padaria e Pastelaria Fabrica Velha (Old Factory Bakery and Pastry), our favourite place for morning coffee.
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| Fabrica Velha |
The road is less shaded here, sitting on the terrace is like being bacon under a grill. We go inside…
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| Inside Fabrica Velha |
…and usually order a café com leite and a pastel de nata each. ‘Portuguese tarts’ are now popping up in coffee shops all over the
UK. Some are not bad, others regrettable, but this is how it should be done.
And it is not just the pasteis de nata, every delight here is baked fresh on
the premises.
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| Café com leite e pastel de nata, Tão bom quanto possível! |
From there we walked down the more dynamic left-hand side…
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| Rua do Barranca |
It is wider and lined with businesses…
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| Rua do Barranca |
…including a geladaria we have been known to patronise
– though not (of course!) straight after coffee and cake.
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| I must point out I am holding Lynne's ice cream while she takes the photo I have not bought two just for me |
We did pause in the little Supermercado Bom Dia, because
when you must carry everything you buy to the top of a hill, grocery shopping should
be little and often.
In Conclusion
We actually enjoyed being car free, it was surprisingly relaxing – and there is nowhere within range we have not visited
at least once. It made us look more closely at the place we were and see things
we had previously missed. There was, though, a fly in the ointment. Every time
you go out in a car, you come back up the hill in a car, when you always go out
on foot, you always walk back up. Lynne was struggling, and every climb hurt, though she carried on gamely. After ten days
or so, I was feeling fitter, I was going up the hills faster and with less
puffing. But, descending Rua do Povo do Buro at beer o’clock on our penultimate
day I felt a tendon tweak. I was hobbling on the last day, limping for the next
week and I could still feel it a week after that. Holiday time is precious and I
would resent spending any of it in hospital having my Achilles tendon welded back
together. I joined Lynne’s No More Hills campaign.
A year ago I imagined we would be coming back to Malcolm and
Tessa’s apartment for several years yet, but we will inevitably become (even) older
and the hills will become ever more daunting. So, after twenty years, we have decided to bid a reluctant goodbye to Carvoeiro. We are not finished with Portugal yet; Alvor,
just west of Portimão seems pleasant and flat so maybe that is our next
destination.
Sad Update: Malcolm died on the 14th of November. at the age of 93. We always enjoyed his company and he will be missed, particularly, of course, by Tessa. His was a long life, well lived.
The Algarve: Delights and Depredations (2010)
Mexilhoeira Grande and a Long Lost Cousin (2013)
The West Coast (2013)
Lagos (2014)
Castro Marim and Vila Real do Santo António (2015)
The Boxes of Carvoeiro (2016)
Mertola and Alcoutim: Strongholds by the Guadiana River (2017) - Also under Alentejo
Silves, Former Capital of the Algarve (2018)
Drinking the Algarve (2022)
Eating the Algarve (2025)
Carvoeiro (2025)
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