Posts tagged “Funchal

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A final view of Funchal and Madeira, from a rainy walk around town on my last afternoon there.

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The internal entrance above is inside the building you’ll see in the final photo of this post from Porto, which features a remarkable array of art by Joan Miro. Below left, an outside entrance from another part of Porto (which reminded me of this entrance from Prague, the city which inspired this particular series), and one from Madeira as well.


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More of Monte, and of the more-urban parts of Funchal as seen from high up in Monte or from the cable cars on the way back down to the more-urban parts of Funchal. Also, the two lovely churches of Funchal, one much more famous than the other, for a very strange reason. I learned when I visited Vienna in October that the very last person to hold the title of Habsburg Emperor ended his life in exile on Madeira, because when Austria decided after experiencing WWI that it wanted to be a Republic, he refused to give up his title and become Joe Citizen instead. So he went into exile on Madeira, ended his life up here in Monte and is buried in the main church. It’s his image on those banners because it was the centenary of his burial and some folks find this a big deal. Or at least a way to attract more tourists. 😊 If you’re looking closely, you’ll also see people in metal-railed sleds that tourists use to slide down the steep streets, guided by two guys in those white caps and suits whom you see walking back up to the starting point, from the parking lot where the employee bus drops them (and possibly the paying tourists also – I didn’t do this ride since it felt silly, single) after each ride down.


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In the left-hand photo below, you’ll see stalls from Funchal’s little Christmas market, something I noticed in pretty much every town and village we passed through.

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Sunrise four weeks ago from my little apartment in Funchal, and various images of the city from my walks that Friday. Today marks 350 days with at least one post per day, which of course means, dear readers, that you & I get a break after another two weeks, always assuming I manage to keep this up for those two remaining weeks. I’m trying to NOT take photos each time I see something pretty so as to reduce photo backlog and thus sense of obligation to continue eternally. Given the multiple weeks of rainy grey weather we’ve had here in A’dam, that’s easier at this time of year than it was during our lovely, sunny summer.


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Same tower, different angles.


On the road above Funchal, heading to Pico do Ariero, Ribeiro Frio then Santana on the north coast…

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That’s a car on its way back up to Monte, tail end of the afternoon after I’d returned. More of the views from inside, coming soon.

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I thought of you, Elizabeth & family 🙂

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As the countdown continues towards both a new year, and the end of my 365 days in a row of posting at least one new post per day, we bring you a collection of sunny, warm photos from … my first morning in Funchal, which was already more than three weeks ago! Ah, memories of warmth and sun now that I’ve seen (and not yet posted) iced-over canals back here in A’dam. Time flies, but photos remain in my folders until I pop them up here or give up. The round building has some historic (military) significance, just fyi. Enjoy – and those of you in the northern hemisphere, notice that the days are now getting longer. Southern hemisphere friends, sorry that our gain is your loss, but you’ve had your six months, now it’s our turn 😊.

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My various images of Funchal city from before and after I went up to the Botanic Garden. A rainbow appeared near sunset. I wandered the outside of the Palácio de São Lourenço in the center of the seafront. (I’ve since learned that although its own signage talks about being fortified and having inland forts added due to some invasion during the Napoleonic wars, in fact the oldest portions of this structure shown a few times in this post were the first fortification on this island, whose slave-generated wealth did make it vulnerable to both pirate attacks and military invasion by enemy powers.) I strolled past the Christmas market with its folkloric village, just behind the Palácio — in one of the gallery photos, look closely and you’ll see a few interestingly-costumed folks heading down the staircase. I didn’t stay to see more of what they do, since the rain started up again at that moment and I was hungry. It’s really a very pleasant city to explore.


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