An explosion of shapes under the brutal Southern sun, this is vernacular Baroque at its best. Fortunately overlooked by fascist and modernist arbiters of architectural purity, it remains as lovely and disorderly as one could ask for. Multiple domes, windows in all sizes and shapes, as well as roofs, lanterns and stone quoins. The bell tower is the cherry on the cake with its small bulbous roof and four springing acanthus leaves.
Sometimes we just feel like pulling up our Tavira photos in the winter and for a moment all is bright and warm again.
Igreja Matriz de Santiago, Tavira