Café Flies

I've slagged the Birkenstock crowd enough here these last few posts. For the life of me, I fail to see the attraction of those hideous heavy leather sandals, especially when worn with a pair of dorky white socks. Instead I'll misanthropically, or perhaps out of ill-concealed envy, touch on café flies:  that is to say, tossers … Continue reading Café Flies


The experienced traveler always keeps in mind the boundaries of his or her zone of comfort. We were going to go to Loulé this morning but then we would have had to get up at the crack of dawn -- literally, as the sun rises a little after 7am here -- perform our ablutions, have coffee, get … Continue reading Loulé