Quick stop in Nazaré – home of the monster surf.
Not my photo – but we asked the waitress at the fish café where we could see these kind of waves. She said “November”.
Anyways, in the meantime, on display on the beach was the art of drying fish. An art that is passed down through generations to sustain the family’s diet during periods of inclement weather where the fishing boats couldn’t leave port.
Even the fish drying in the sun look like an art installation.