Lota
The fish comes from the boats and go straight to the counters. The lady picks a couple of soles and puts them in the scale. One of the soles jumps from the scale and falls in the floor, she picks it again and weighs the lot. The costumer pays the demanded amount, about one half of what it would cost next day (or week) in the supermarket. It's impossible to listen the common "Is it fresh?".
"Marinho" leaves his catch in his wife's counter, and picks a couple of fishes, crossing the street, and giving them to the owner of the facing tavern, that had already set the charcoal on fire. We sit around the table in the street, and distributed the potatoes brought from inside and the wine that we ordered (the only thing to pay). The fish didn't take long and the simple meal started, shared by some strange people that... were there too. Today it tastes even better than yesterday!
People keeps entering and living the "Lota(market)", happy with their good deals. In a couple of hours all the fish is sold, and the place gets clean.
Well, not so clean as today!
The walls disappeared, the fish is gone, only a roof covers the embellished space. The tavern gave place to a common restaurant, and to compose the described scene, you have to make hard use of your imagination.
Lucky me! I only need to recall my memories!


Beachside cliffs between Albufeira and Vilamoura
Rocks and cliffs of Albufeira
Albufeira
Melon with smoked ham