We trek into Olhão and explore the port’s centre, starting with a wonky cube…

and a slightly more wonky house…

We wander past the seventeenth century Nossa Senhora do Rosário…

and through some intriguing back streets, where I seem to get a little obsessed with doors…

…until we arrive on the sea front…

 

…which is very pleasant indeed with its park gardens and long promenade, apart from bumping into some old fogie with no teeth, whose name, medals or no medals, has been worn away from the plaque…

and inevitably, another stork’s nest…

I take it the chimney’s not in use…