Fragments of the Atlantic Breeze
Portugal has become more than a destination, almost a second home. Each trip brings a different face of the Atlantic — fishermen setting up ad-hoc markets on the beach, surfers chasing the evening light, locals gathering as the day winds down.
The coast feels both fragile and enduring, shaped by the ocean yet rooted in everyday life. Returning here again and again lets us see beyond the surface, closer to the people who live with the sea as their constant backdrop.
Before the market takes form, fishermen haul their nets onto the sand, heavy with the Atlantic’s catch. The fish is still glistening, pulled from the sea only moments earlier, while tractors and hands work side by side to bring it ashore. It’s the unseen beginning of a coastal market that will last only until sunset.
When the sun sinks, the coastal market disappears as quickly as it began. Fishermen remain by their boats, sharing a chat and enjoying the last drops of sun. The gulls scatter across the horizon, tracks fade into the sand, and the beach resets for another day with the Atlantic.
