Progress rolls on!

My first holiday outside the British Isles was to Albufeira, Portugal 23 yrs ago! I stayed on this street in a Portuguese house. Little cottages lined each side of the road and the hills behind were bare scrubland.

I revisited on Tuesday. The house I stayed in still stands and is the only recognisable part of this street. The old cottages where I drank champagne at 10am with an eccentric ageing hippy are long since gone making way for low rise apartments, a by product of tourism. The price of progress.