Portugal

Portugal has long been sold as a promise of light. But its light is never quite soft. It is the sharper light of the Atlantic, not the languid glow of the Mediterranean. The water stays cool even in August, umbrella pines carry the scent of sun-warmed resin, and whether on the golf courses or along the cliffs, the wind never entirely disappears. In the evening, through narrow streets and around fishing harbours, the smell of grilled sardines lingers against the façades. More