Every second Sunday of the month is the gypsy market here in Estoi. How propitious for us that today happened to be that Sunday!!!! We anticipate this particular market as we can simply walk down, not have to worry about parking…..it can be a madhouse sometimes….and if we find it overwhelming, or are tired, we can simply walk back home and let the others stay and enjoy the experience. It was brimming with shoppers today, or perhaps they were like us and simply taking in the ambiance and sponging up the energy.
What an array of choices when it comes to local cheeses.
It’s that time of the year when all the fresh nuts are being harvested and readily available.
My very happy husband. Actually, I think we haven’t stopped smiling since landing in Lisboa!
Local vendors having a gab fest.
I was totally enjoying the energy of the place.
We purchased a large bag of fresh roasted almonds and another of dried black figs……both great for snacks and in oatmeal.
This fellow kept selling and replenishing his supply.
I’m not sure how long we wandered as it was aimless and undemanding, we simply wandered up and down the various rows breathing it all in until we felt ready to return home.
After lunch I headed out for a rambling walk around town. No particular destination, simply to wander and see what “newness” caught my eye. One thing was quickly evident, Estoi is thriving!! Considerable improvements and renovations going on all throughout, and around, the town. Of course, all the flowers still in bloom is such a treat to the eyes.
Bougainvillea is one of my favourites.
This little place has been completely renovated since our last visit. I noted quite a bit of this colour around town.
My all time favourite, white bougainvillea.
I don’t think I’d ever noticed this chimney before. It’s quite rustic and interesting…..I need to find a way to get closer to it to see the detail.
Frangipani blossoms. The tree must have been about 35 feet tall and was covered in flowers.
I love this tile work. It’s recessed in a free standing sign post containing a lengthy poem called O encantamento de Estoi The Enchantment of Estoi. I am going to try to translate it.
Many olive trees are still bending in fruit.he
And finally, this enormous rosemary hedge is about five feet tall, at least six feet long and the scent, heavenly. Always makes me hungry!
A quintessential, perfectly sublime Sunday. One of many we will experience over the coming winter months.