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Old bridge on the way from the bus
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One thing that was against going to Portugal for a winter break, in my view, was having to fly to Faro. Since I have spent the minimum possible time there, this may be sheer prejudice – but I’ve never heard anything which would lead me to want to stay longer. I’m not over the moon with what I’ve heard about the Algarve coast as a whole, where it sounds as if a natural delight has been turned into a tourist horror. However a friend who shares these general views and who has stayed once in the Algarve suggested that Tavira was a cut or four above most of it. I cured my abysmal lack of geographical knowledge with a look at a map and, having discovered its proximity to Faro, consulted a bus web site to discover a frequent service taking an hour. So I booked a room. I made it quite clear that I should be travelling by bus and I think that means they should have warned me they were well out from the bus station. Hence I had no moral qualms about staying somewhere else! It’s a very short walk from the bus station to the Praça de la República, the centre. It involves walking beside the river towards the old bridge and I immediately felt drawn to the town. The appeal increased at finding there was a castle up a hill just near where I was and again as I dropped off my things at a cheap pension with en-suite rooms. [See accommodation]