Tavira Municipality

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  • Day625


    February 20 in Portugal ⋅ ⛅ 14 °C

    Tavira has played an important role here in the Algarve. The Romans built the seven-arched bridge across the Rio Gilão at Tavira to link Castro Marim, near the Spanish border, to Faro. The Moors occupied the town in the 8th century and then Dom Pères Correia reconquered it in 1242. As the closet Portuguese port to Morocco, it became important during the Age of Discoveries, serving as a base for expeditions to North Africa. By 1520 it had become the Algarve's most populated settlement and was raised rank to a city.

    Its decline began in the 17th century when North African expeditions were abandoned and the river silted up. If that wasn't enough, the plague struck in 1645, followed by the earthquake of 1755! After it's tuna fishing and canning industry also declined in the 1950's, tourists have now become the biggest source of income and it is a lovely place to visit.

    We climbed to the castle ramparts for views across the numerous terracotta rooftops where we glimpsed a young couple having lunch on their roof terrace in the sunshine. Whilst today's structure is a reconstruction from the 17th century, the castle is believed to date back to neolithic times and was rebuilt by the Phoenicians. In the small interior garden we saw what we can only describe as an upside down hydrangea tree. The huge tree was laden with heavily-scented pink hydrangea flowers that hung downwards. It was beautiful. After crossing the Roman bridge we came across another beautiful garden that was small but well manicured.

    As we wandered around we noticed a lot of building renovations going on so it looks like Tavira is working hard at its reputation as 'arguably the Algarve's most charming town'.
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  • Day7

    Tavira, Portugal

    February 23, 2018 in Portugal ⋅ ☀️ 59 °F

    Today, we decided to take the 2 1/2 hour drive to the far eastern edge of the Algarve, to a beautiful town called Tavira. It is literally a few short miles to the Spanish border. This is a sleepy, relaxed town where we had the best lunch (cod in a creamy potato sauce). After lunch, we strolled the narrow streets and stopped for a coffee sitting by the river. Heavenly! The storks were nesting as we made the drive down. Pictures are not great, as they were shot from the car but if you look closely, you'll see babies in one of the nests!Read more

  • Day5


    February 14, 2018 in Portugal ⋅ 🌙 9 °C

    Today was a day of cathedrals, chapels, bones, and Roman ruins. We drove to Faro, which has a bad name because of its Algarve airport where tons of Europeans flock for warmth and cheap holidays. But it has a really pretty old historic core, where we were back in the routine of churches, museums, and mosaics.

    After lunch,we drove to Estoi, with its Roman ruins and 18th century palace (now a fancy hotel, but the palace gardens are open to all). Really worth a trip.

    Back in Tavira for a special meal in O Castelo (it is Valentine's Day after all). We thought we were choosing salmon or lamb, but we got both! After a decadent chocolate dessert, we took one last river walk and got home to sleep at a decent hour. Tomorrow we move to the west side of this southern coast.
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  • Day2

    In Tavira

    February 11, 2018 in Portugal ⋅ ⛅ 15 °C

    About 29 hours after we left the house, we pulled up in our little rental car in front of our hotel in Tavira.

    All the travel went well, and I even got several hours of real sleep stretched out across three seats. Heaven.

    IMO, this is the prettiest town in the Algarve. We are in a hotel on top of a hill with a pretty view down over the town, the river, and the ocean about a km away.

    Joe takes a nap to get over jet lag, but I power through. Did my elliptical workout and now it’s time to go wake up the husband and go find a good supper.
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  • Day3

    Cloudy with spotty showers

    February 12, 2018 in Portugal ⋅ 🌙 9 °C

    That's what the weather report said this morning, when we got up at a lazy 9:30 (jet lag and all that). If this is what cloudy with showers looks like in Tavira, I'll take it!

    We spent the morning, what was left of it, and the early afternoon, visiting Tavira. It is a really nice place, though our waiter tonight told us that no one lives in the town anymore. Everyone has moved to the modern parts outside. Shame. We enjoyed a castle, three churches, several cafés, and some nice river walks. As someone who walks the Camino de Santiago every year, I was delighted to see that there is a Camino from here that is now marked and open for business! I particularly liked the 18th century tiles in the Church of Misercordia, whose didactic messages included the admonition to "give shelter to pilgrims," along with feed the hungry, be patient with the mentally weak, clothe the naked, etc.

    In the late afternoon, we hopped in the car and went to the tiny village of Cacela Velha. Wow, just beautiful, with long walks along the estauary or whatever they call that delta part. We ran into lots of English birders talking about cormorants and kingfishers. Lots of French and German RVs hooked up along the water. If I had an RV, I would hook it up here too. It is just lovely. And the food is GREAT! Tuna, octopus, and prawns have been our dinners.

    Tomorrow is a holiday, Fat Tuesday and all that, so we will steer clear of museums and churches, all of which are likely to be closed. Maybe we will take a ferry to the ocean.
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  • Day4

    Day on the Beach

    February 13, 2018 in Portugal ⋅ 🌙 12 °C

    I can't remember the last time (if ever) that I have spent the entire day on a beach. But the temperature was perfect (low 60s), it was sunny, and the beach stretched on and on and on. So we just kept walking!

    We had to take a little ferry from a dock about 4 km outside of town. I had trouble getting there, but since I left my purse back in the hotel room, I learned the route better on the second trip. :-) The island has very little development and no cars. Except for the people at the beginning and the people we found several hours later when we found a restaurant open, the beach was empty. More often than not, we could see no one in either direction.

    We did see an elaborate beach-replenishing operation, involving heavy machinery, a huge boat dumping sand, and hoses spurting huge quantities of water.

    So there are no museum or church highlights today, no monuments or plazas, just one foot after the other for hours and hours and hours. Just me, Joe, millions of birds, and one dead jellyfish.
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  • Day25

    Time to move down to Tavira

    October 27, 2018 in Portugal ⋅ 🌬 17 °C

    It really doesn’t take long to pack up and move if you are organised, and so it was that we left our little apartment in Lisbon fairly early. Getting out of the parking station, at Euro14 a day was expensive, but at least the car was safe.

    Once out of the car park though it became really, really difficult. Because so many of the streets are close together it becomes difficult to know which one the GPS is telling you to take, and so we went round and round a few times. In the end, at one intersection, I looked and looked and pretty well closed my eyes and put the foot down and hoped for the best!

    Eventually we ended up on the A2 and things calmed down. The drivers here are pretty good, and much better mannered than Australians. However, they do drive much faster. On the freeway, signposted to 120kph, I had to put cruise control on to 135kph before other cars only passed me slowly. At 120kph they flew past, and quite a few of them had to have been doing 160kph. Interestingly we didn’t see ONE equivalent of our Highway Patrol or roadside radar, and only one time when there might have been an accident.

    Tavira was 300kms down the road, and about 230 of those kilometres were on the tollway. Ouch! $32 later we were free to travel on the local roads, only to find that they photographed your number plate and indicated that a toll was due. Because we don’t have an e-tag and have a Spanish registered hire car we have no idea what will happen because there is nowhere to pay.

    We arrived in Tavira and found that the streets where we had to go are really, really narrow, and the GPS struggled. Eventually, by reversing back up a one-way street I was able to turn into our little one. I nearly took the side of the car out though, and it was only because Robyn saw it happening and screamed that we avoided an expensive sound.

    We were really early, so headed down to the riverside for a coffee, and then sent a text to Carla letting her know we were here and would meet her there at her convenience. 20 minutes later we met her at the apartment. It has been well renovated/built, and is very tidy and well equipped, but soooo small! The main point is that it has a conservatory, which is accessed via a spiral staircase, and we were bemused by it. It is almost pointless, unless you are having a fight and want to spend time apart!

    Anyway, we unpacked, went and bought some groceries, and settled in for the night.
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  • Day26

    Sunday in Tavira

    October 28, 2018 in Portugal ⋅ ☀️ 14 °C

    While having breakfast I noticed that the time on my phone was an hour earlier than my watch. It took a few minutes to work it out, but Dr Google of course was able to advise that daylight saving had ended early this morning. We are now 11 hours behind NSW and 10 hours behind Queensland (I think).

    Tavira is a mixed sort of place. Where we are is obviously fairly old, while a few blocks away you can see quite modern blocks of apartments. One travel guide said that it had a population of around around 11,000, while Wikipedia said it was around 25,000. After a walk around we tend to think that the latter is nearer the mark, as there are quite a few residential areas of significant size. Alas, some of them look destined to be the slums of the future.

    We headed over the river first for our morning coffee (for those who know me, this is code for one coffee and one hot chocolate). It was quite cool in the shade so we found a sunny cafe and sat down. Just after ordering another coupe came along and as all other tables were taken we invited them to join us. It turned out to be the best thing we did all day. They were Canadians who are in Portugal for a while, staying a few kilometres away and day tripping to Tavira. They were so interesting to talk to. He is retired, and doesn’t look a day over 50, but when he said that he had been a portfolio manager for high net worth individuals it made sense! Furthermore his wife had not worked while raising their two children. In many ways we had quite a lot in common and it would have been nice to see more of them, but such is the way with holidays. They even paid for our drinks, a nice gesture.

    Our walk pretty much ended our day, with reading, Scrabble, grocery shopping and generally doing nothing the order of the rest of the day. I managed to cook omelettes this evening in our “galley” with some success, only because I am not too tall.
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  • Day27

    Monday in Tavira

    October 29, 2018 in Portugal ⋅ ☀️ 15 °C

    We were up early this morning, at least relatively early, so that we could get a good walk in before lunch.

    We headed out, at first looking for a French bread shop that we saw on Saturday on our way in, and soon found it. Naturally it was closed until Tuesday, but at least we know where it is now.

    After following the main road out of town for a few minutes we turned north and headed through another residential area. This soon petered out into agricultural land and a gravel road which was lovely. While we had no real idea of where we were in general we were headed towards the ocean. The soil here is very fertile, and as we found elsewhere the Portuguese like to grow things. We counted 12 different crops.

    Potatoes, pomegranate, oranges, limes, lemons, chokos, passion fruit, beans, olives, peppers, avocados and grapes.

    Eventually we came to a sealed road that went to our left and which wandered through a huge holiday villa complex. It made anything we have stayed at look positively small by comparison. Being the end of the season there was not much activity there but it was well kept. Amazingly, there was a plaque next to an olive tree, claiming that the tree was at least 2000 years old, and it had been kept as part of the development.

    To get to the beach you have to walk along a path, over a bridge, and then for quite some distance. We decided that this was not necessary for Australians so turned left instead and headed back towards Tavira, through the village of Santa Luzia. This little village is apparently the octopus capitalof the world although how you would know that, and where they get them from is anybody’s guess.

    By the time we arrived back home we had done around 12 kms, a fair effort, and one that needed rewarding with a coffee and pastry.

    When in a foreign country it is usual to try the local cuisine, but ....... as seafood features highly in that list we have tended to eat plain fare. So it was this evening that we had a pleasant time at a little pizza place where we enjoyed the food and the wine. Our waitress for the evening was a Bulgarian wrestler, and looked as though she could handle herself very well!
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You might also know this place by the following names:

Tavira, Tavira Municipality, Тавира, Ταβίρα, تاویرا, タヴィラ, ტავირა, Тавіра, 塔維拉

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