on the right of that flow into the river bank is portimao , on the left Ferragudo, a small fishing village [clip] .
portimao we looked at only from afar, a concrete box next to the other obstructed, and concrete, like many parts of the Algarve coast.
the small Ferragudo
has preserved its charm, and lives, fishermen prepare their nets for the next exit before, bring some afternoon catch a dan, a lot of alley-flying gulls and other animals, close, 
imagine how there was so much a village. but even here rieseige concrete pads that are placed in the village and spoil the overall impression. at the harbor you can at the local fish, pick on ice lying, and he will equal drauaßen locally before they grooved on an open fire, but had watched from the grill master rather the impression that the fish while the outside may be perhaps, as already banned, but inside, in view of the thick and the shorter the cooking time has more character but sushi, perhaps the one that way.
summary: touring the cities of loule, alte, silves, and ferragudo, across the river from portimao; the latter an architectonic tschernobyl, huge flats of concrete facing the beach, ugly as ugly can. ferragudo opoosite is what you expect to see at the algarve, a neat, cosy fishing village, where locals live, you can watch doing their job, living on fish.
that's what chimneys look like here ;-)
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