A walk through Alte-Algarve-Portugal-second part
We are now on the way to through the village to the fountain and the river ...all along little streets are branching off... some of the houses have a metal grill standing in front of the door.It is typically used in Portugal to grill fresh sardines in summer..to everyone´s delight...
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At the eastern end of Alte are the springs (fontes) for which Alte is well known. The area around Fonte Pequena (little spring) is picturesque...a bridge across the stream, the beginning of a series of waterfalls as the water flows down the hillside, a grassy area on the banks ideal for picnicking, and ducks making the most of the waters and the sunshine!
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There is a pretty, paved, garden area in front of the 'Fonte Pequena Inn' dedicated to Alte's famous poet, Cândido Guerreiro..there are tiled plaques on the wall with some of the poet's works on.Here the springs...
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Here a Portuguese beauty from a poster somewhere in Alte...
...and the local bar...
à bientôt...
see you soon...
A walk through Alte-Algarve-Portugal
A friend of mine wo is making mirrors of shells and driftwood took me with her to visit Alte, a beautiful dreamy little village in typical Algarve style....
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Alte is a typical village of whitewashed houses with lattice work, handcrafted chimneys and narrow, cobbled streets nestling in the foothills of the Serra do Caldeirão.
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The church is at the centre of the village, and there are numerous little cafes in the surrounding area, to relax at and soak up the tranquility of the village.
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We are on our way to the springs near the river and there is enough photos for a second part...
Je fais confiance que mes amies Français(es) me suivent visuellement car je n'ais plus le temps d'écrire bi-lingue...
à bientôt...
see you soon
Songs of Freedom-Lagos
He used to be a bank employee for many years of his life until one day he decided to step out into freedom and light.Didier travels like the minstrels of medieval times without luggage or other baggage than his music and his smile.He travels on trains for a song and sometimes hitches a ride for a smile.
He sings of clear skies and cristal waters,of love and waves of light.He makes up melodies and words telling you stories of his inner and outer travels....
Free like a bird he comes and goes as he likes and sometimes travels for hundreds of miles following only his heart and inspiration...
He is like a breath of cool wind ,a ray of unconditional love,he likes what he has and does not want more,he truly follows his dream .....
Dancing with the waves and following the stars...
Didier ,I hope to meet you again.....
à bientôt...
Summer Time-Portuguese Street Art -Lagos
Street art is flourishing into nature art this summer....
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...and the dollar is greening...
... the key logo of this artist ..unfortunately is hidden by a truck that has not moved for days..
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...there is the key again..
Summer time...
See you soon...
à bientôt
I have a dream-Portuguese street Art-Lagos
it is summer and the street artists are out and about...dreaming ..fragile dreams ..
..of beautifying abandoned and neglected ruins along main roads busy with traffic..
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...their approach is full of humour ..
..and pretty strange too...
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..are they aliens,future people or fellow dreamers....?
...or just fun to look at....?
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to be continued....
See you soon...
à bientôt...
Spring Storm-Lagos
There has been quite a strong wind for a few days ..the waves were crowned with foam as far as one could see.
Boats for viewing the famous grottos or the dolphins were unable to go out and only very few fishing boats tried to brave the powerful Atlantic ocean.
Most spectacular were the waves around the old fort build in the late 17th century as a defence against the British Fleet led in those days by Sir Francis Drake.
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It is also known as the Forte do Pau da Bandeira or the Forte de Nossa Senhora da Penha de França on the waterfront near the entrance to the harbour. The stone inscription over the main door indicates that it was originally dedicated to Santa Virgem Senhora da Penha de França—whence one of its names; "Ponta da Bandeira" (or "Pau da Bandeira") are names of the area of Lagos where it actually stands.
It is one of my favourite landmarks ....
see you soon...
et á bientôt....
Lisboa Fandango
Lisboa ..irresistible dance of colours and sounds...seduces you with the sweet taste of ginja...and the sound of Amelia Rodriguez voice in the air..
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Lisboa ...dance irrsistible des couleurs et des sons...vous seduit avec le goût douce du ginja...et le son de la voix d'Amelia Rodriguez flotte dans l'air...
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Fandango is actually a traditional Portuguese dance ...the dancers revolving slowly...just like the manifold colours and images of Lisbonne..
Fandango est un danse traditionelle de Portugal...les danseurs tournent lentement ...juste comme les couleurs et images multiple de Lisbonne
The ginja is a delicious liquour of cherries...
Le ginja est un délicieuse liqueur de cerises...
à bientôt
Walking along the cliffs-Lagos
Walking along the cliffs can be risky because of rock and earth slides...so you have to watch your step..
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.it can also be full of surprises like stumbling on the bench made of painted tiles in a small grove at the beginning of the walk....or the flowers covered with drops of dew ..like jewels...
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A Touch Of Spring-Algarve
Yesterday I want for a walk and this is what I saw...
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If you want to see more of this series come see me at flickr..link on this page to the right...
Pour voir plus de cette series de photos venez me voir chez flickr ,le lien est en haut de cette page a drooite...
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A glimpse of Istanbul
Istanbul is a city of many faces between Asia and Europe ,between old and new...
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....these photos refer to my stay in a part of the old town,in the neighbourhood of the shoemakers.There were also many wholesale export shops with the most fashionable shoes but I was not allowed to take photos.
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The paintings are from the lobbies of two hotels and reflect some of the old ways of life and the dream we had about oriental life style.
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My stay was in october so there was a bit of an autumn mood about the place..in fact it started raining after a short while...
Pour plus de photos de Istanbul venez voir mon site chez flick
sinon peut-être une autre message unpeu plus tard...
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Barnacles
Barnacles are crustaceans that have jointed legs
and shells of connected overlapping plates. Instead of crawling
after food, they glue themselves to rocks, ships, pillings, abalones,
and maybe even whales and wait for food to wash by. ....
Sometimes if one looks carefully there is beauty in small things....
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The old fishing Harbour-Lagos
Lagos,in the western Algarve,is full of historical interest with it's
origins dating as far back as 2000 years BC when it was known as
Lacobriga.
Lagos has always had a seafaring connection, originally
visited by Phoenicians and Carthaginians and then, during the 15th
century, was the base for the 'voyages of the Discoveries' instigated by
Henry the Navigator when trade between Africa and Portugal brought a
great deal of wealth into the town.
Today there is only the Marina with its many private Yachts and the old fishing harbour....and yet the salty smell and wind evoke the feeling of freedom and far away lands.
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Cast off for new adventures...
Larguez les amarres pour des nouvelles aventures...
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Oranges-Algarve
It is harvest time now ..the trees are laden with lucious fruit..
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But don't touch...
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Bonne Année 2011-Happy New Year
May we follow our dreams and realise our good wishes for all...
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Give me shelter-Donne moi un abri- India
When I met Oezgur Baba in a small Teashop in Pushkar there was a lively chirping coming from his beard.
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When I asked him about it he showed me his little bird....
He had found it slightly wounded in the street and had picked it up.After a while of resting in his hand the little bird hopped up his arm ..onto his shoulder..and then found shelter in Oezgur Baba's beautiful beard.
After a few hours when he had rested sufficiently the little bird flew away....
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Silent Night 2010-Portugal
There is many beautiful churches all over Lagos...here is one of many...on a late afternoon just after the rain.
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Happy Holidays!
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An ancient harbour-Portugal
Lagos is a charming,small town snuggled in a bay in the western Algarve.
It is full of historical interest with it's
origins dating as far back as 2000 years BC when it was known as
Lacobriga. Lagos has always had a seafaring connection, originally
visited by Phoenicians and Carthaginians and then, during the 15th
century, was the base for the 'voyages of the Discoveries' instigated by
Henry the Navigator when trade between Africa and Portugal brought a
great deal of wealth into the town.
In december the weather is not cold but soft and rainy like a northern European spring..
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No tourists at this time....
But a wonderfully peaceful environment.
As you see I have decided to come back and continue this blog with messages from different places and horizons and in English only..due to lack of time....hope the photos speak for themselves.
Vers d'autres horizons-Towards new horizons
De faire ce blog était une plaisir et m'as permis de sortir de ma bulle ,de partager des moments speciales ....aussi de faire des des ami(e)s et des contacts...maintenant le temps est venu de faire autre chose...
It was a pleasure de to this blog and it has allowed me to come out of isolation,to share special moments..also to make friends and contacts....now the time has come to do something else...
Au Revoir Paris
Il n'y a pas des mots vraiment ....même presque un mois après avoir quitter la ville que j'aime ......
...un dernier regard par la fenêtre...
...les valises ont été faites...
...un dernier sourire au libraire du coin...
...une dernière visite au Passage Molière...
.... Paris serait toujours la ville de l'amour.....
.....et la ville des artistes...de la créativité..
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....donc de partir ne peut pas être trop joyeux ...
....et je suis sure d'avoir laisser des morceaux de mon coeur éparpillée lelongue des Quais de la Seine...sur la colline de Montmartre et dans les rues de Belleville et Menilmontant...dans le 13ième et au Quartier Latin...autour de la Bièvre.....et voilà....
...une nouvelle vie commence ...
Au revoir et
à bientôt
Nuit de Danse Indien classique -Pushkar
De retour a Paris de mon voyage je vous ais amenée un peu de rêve en photo...
Back in Paris from my journey I have brought you back some dreaming in photo.....
Les danses ont pris place dans le decor d'un ancien temple un soir douce du printemps Indien...
The dances took place on the grounds of an ancient temple on a warm evening of Indian spring....
Les danseuses en rouge sont des debutants qui performent apres une stage de deux mois seulement...The dancers dressed in red are beginners who perform after only two month of training....
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Les autres danseurs et danseuses offrent leurs experience et talent avec joie et passion....
The other dancers show their experience and talents with joy and passion....
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Une experience inoubliable...
An unforgettable experience...
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Pour voir d'autres photos de mon monde venez visiter mon site flickr
à bientôt
For more photos of my world come visit my flickr site
see you soon
