Jan 11, 2018
In the south of Portugal, on the bank of the Arade river, Silves sits nestled among groves of orange trees. Its heydays when it was the capital of the Algarve in the Moorish times, are long gone.
Today, the red stone castle looks out on its narrow, winding streets, locals snooze in the sunshine, a few tourists wander in a desultory fashion and Silves lies somnolent. There are plenty who rave about the Algarve but it is not for the likes of me. I visited Lagos, further south and beat a hasty retreat.