The Inspiration
A couple of weeks ago, we met our new friends Shay and Kathy for the first time. They arrived in Porto about a month before we did. Shay had given us a few suggestions in advance and we had looked forward to meeting them. So one afternoon we had drinks and snacks on the patio outside the Mercado Bom Sucesso. We had a great time sitting outdoors, talking, and getting acquainted.
During the conversation Kathy mentioned that she had taken a day tour to see a large open air market – the Feira Semanal de Espinho or weekly fair of Espinho. We were intrigued by that, partly because we hadn’t been outside of Porto proper except to go to Vila Nova da Gaia.
Over the next few days we read more about the market, and decided to go by ourselves.
Espinho and the Feira Semanal
Espinho is a small town of about 30,000 people located on the Atlantic coast about 20 kilometers (~12 1/2 miles) southwest of Porto. It is a beach resort, with a casino. The oldest golf club in Portugal and Spain, the Oporto Golf Club, is also located in Espinho.
The Feira Semenal market began in Espinho in 1894. Back then, it was held twice a month, on the 1st and the 16th. Over time the number of people attending and the number of vendors grew. At some point they decided to have it weekly, so now it’s open from 7am until 7pm every Monday.
Getting There is Half the Fun
On the Saturday before we planned to go to Espinho, we made a reconnaissance trip to the Companha Metro and train station. We knew we could take a train from Companha to Espinho, but we had never been to the station and didn’t want to have to figure it out on Monday morning.
The train station is located across a large plaza from the Metro station. We walked over and familiarized ourselves with the layout of the station, the signage and the tunnels that led to the platforms.
Mike had researched the train schedule already, but he checked the timetables and confirmed that his notes were correct. We talked with a ticket agent who told us that our Andante cards would get us there and back – Espinho is considered a suburb of Porto, so we would be riding an “urban train”. We would not have to buy a separate ticket.
All of that planning paid off on Monday morning. We arrived at Companha with about 25 minutes to spare. As we were walking across to the train station, Mike got a phone call that took a few minutes to resolve, but we were still able to get to the train platform 15 minutes before the scheduled departure.
The train left promptly at 10:45, as scheduled. Almost immediately, we went across the Douro River and into Vila Nova de Gaia. From there, the route proceeded southwest until we got close to the coast. Then the train followed the coastline south and into Espinho.
The train was crowded. In recent months, this would have been a concern for us. But almost 80% of all Portuguese over age 12 have been fully vaccinated against COVID, and 85% have had at least one shot. Everyone on the train was wearing a mask. So it’s still a risk, but a much more manageable one.
It took about 40 minutes to make the trip since this was a commuter train that stopped frequently. There also was a lot of construction on the railway from Vila Nova de Gaia onward. When we arrived in Espinho, many of the passengers got off.
As we left the train station, we saw a lot of them walking east toward the area of the market. Apparently, we all had the same idea.
First Impressions
We were not in a hurry, so instead of going directly to the market, we turned west and walked a couple blocks to the beach.
There was a wide paved walkway, similar to what we had seen in Porto, that ran parallel to the broad, sandy beach. It was a warm day and there were a few people enjoying the beach. As we walked, a very brief rain shower made us duck under one of the shelters, but it blew over after a couple minutes. It was nice to get over and see the Atlantic coast from a different perspective.
We walked south for a few blocks and then turned east on Rua 33. (The town is laid out on a grid, with east-to-west streets named with odd numbers and north-to-south streets named with even numbers.) This was a paved street – cobblestones only in the intersections. The sidewalks were new and level. Many of the buildings we saw down the side streets appeared to be relatively new condos or apartments. We figured some of those were vacation rentals.
Along the way we passed the Hello Sailor Tattoo Parlor. But we didn’t see any sailors and we didn’t stop to get a tattoo.
Maybe another day.
At the Market
After about eight blocks, we arrived at the market. It covered at least three or four large city blocks.
We entered at about the middle of the market. As we walked in, we saw several stands that were selling kitchenware – big piles of shiny pots, pans, and utensils. There were a couple vendors selling clothes. You could buy different varieties of Portugal football shirts, Portugal hats, and a number of caps with the New York Yankees logo on them.
Further inside the market beyond that, we found a vendor that was selling tools. They had chisels, pry bars, pruning shears, and trowels. But was caught Mike’s eye were the tool heads that they sold without handles – hoes, shovels and pickaxes. It was really interesting because it was so different how we bought tools in the US.
Continuing on, we saw lots of stands, selling vegetables, fruits, and meats. There were a few selling fresh fish and some selling dried beans. In one area there were a number of stands selling baked goods.
There were a few unfamiliar things for sale. We weren’t certain about one of the local sausages.
Mary stopped to watch a woman shredding collard greens with a rotary blade for a waiting customer. We’ve seen shredded collards for sale in the supermarkets. It’s the primary ingredient in Caldo Verde, a traditional Portuguese soup. (Mary has published a recipe for Caldo Verde.)
There was one vendor selling live animals. She had cages with chickens, ducks, pigeons, and rabbits. There was even a small box of guinea pigs. This was not a pet shop. We figured all of those animals were probably going to end up as dinner somewhere, sometime.
We spent over an hour walking through the market, taking in the sights, sounds, and smells. Even though there were many shoppers there, the wide aisles made it easy to move around. We didn’t buy anything on this trip, but we enjoyed seeing the variety of things that were for sale, some of which we had not seen in any local markets in Porto.
A Short Walk Through Espinho
After finishing in the market, we explored the surrounding area. We walked past the Centro Multimeios, the multimedia center and planetarium.
We saw the Camara Municipal, the city hall, sitting on one side of a large cobblestone plaza. There wasn’t much traffic going into or out of the Camara. Everyone must be at the Fiera.
We found our way back to the train station and caught the train back to Porto. As we walked back to our apartment, we saw that a city crew had replaced some of the plants in one of the corner beds at the base of our street. It was a nice splash of color on what had become a cloudy day.
Have you done a day trip to someplace new lately? Tell us about it in the comments below or via the Contact Form.
Happy trails! / Boa viagem!
Mary and Mike
The Cook And The Writer
Thrilling news! Now you can relax, enjoy and keep working on those language skills.
Mary just so you know bluebirds can soar so I know you got this girl! Sending lots of love from Columbus, IN!
What a wonderful day trip. Hard to believe that you didn’t buy any fruit or veggies. Everything is so fresh. We rented a condo in Ocean City NJ ( remember when you stayed a week?). Sue was with us and we had a beautiful week. Sue flew into Philly during tornadoes (very scary for her and for Earl picking her up) but by the next day-perfect weather. We left yesterday after enjoying the beach, boardwalk, shopping and eating everything. Nice to see the Atlantic in Portugal. The walkway reminded us of the boardwalk. Hope you go back again and explore more. 😘
Hey Alice,
I am so glad that you and Sue got to do your annual trip to the shore and that the weather cooperated. I got to see some of the pictures on Instagram. Ocean City was so much fun. There was so much to do and the eating was fantastic. There are things I am already missing from the US and most of it centers around food. Give my best to Earl and stay healthy!
Big congratulations on your temporary residency!
We adore our large and year-round farmers market here in San Rafael, CA- and always enjoy checking out the local version everywhere we go. It’s something we hope to incorporate into our new routine when we move over there…
Hi Heather,
Thanks for your note. We’re getting used to the idea of year-round farmers’ markets. In Indiana, it was just impossible because of the cold weather. Even the indoor ones didn’t work too well. There are a lot more of them for us to sample here.
Have a great weekend,
Mike
Golly, that is great news about your visa! Your pictures and descriptions of the market reminded me so much of my childhood in Colombia. Every Tuesday, at 6:30 AM, my mom and Ligia, the woman who cooked for us would head off to Mercado Alameda with several large wicker baskets (and by big, I mean capable of holding a good 7-10 kilos of food). In the summer, if I had been very good the week before, and had woken up in time, I got to go with them.
A little blond kid was not a usual sight there and I’d get all kinds of free fruit samples and pan de yuca. I remember Ligia haggling over papayas and “badeas” and that weird combination of delicious smells and others that were quite nasty around the meat stalls and livestock. I was fascinated, horrified and, by the time I was a pre-teen, quite dismayed my mom wouldn’t switch to the supermarkets that began to dot Cali. Today, the Mercado has been all gussied up for tourists. I got to see it as its truest and now it takes my breath away that it was part of the fabric of my life…
Mo. Would have turned 88 today. Along with mourning for all the life and goodness lost during the AlQueda attack 20 years ago, I also give thanks for my Swedish mom’s insistence that the local wisdom of markets like Mercado Alameda was worth paying attention to and where we would get our food.
Peace and love to both you…R
Rosa,
Thank you so much for your comment. We are delighted that our simple story could evoke such good, powerful memories for you. And we’re even happier that you chose to share them with us and the others who follow these posts. Though we only met your mom once, I still recall her presence in the room. She was a person of grace and intelligence. And apparently a lot of it rubbed off on you!
All our best,
Mike
Mike & Mary, Saturday 9/11/21
As always, I enjoy your well written letters and was intrigued with your adventures at the “open air market”. I can’t believe what the two of you are experiencing…let alone moving to Portugal. I enjoy browsing through your numerous articles as time permits.
I guess you might expect some news on Jessie and myself as boring as it may be? We now live in Daytona Beach Shores in a beach front condo. Jessie walks the beach daily (at least 30 miles a week) and I don’t join her due to my laziness and being out of shape in general.
I spend much of my time going to doctor appointments provided by the VA. I may have already mentioned but I’m considered 100% disabled (due to my hearing loss) by the VA so all of my medical needs are free provided by the VA. For my next adventure, I’m having … surgery. [I removed some of Dan’s personal medical details to protect his privacy. – Mike]
I still have fond memories of you two and the thoughts that come to mind today is your Boston Terrier and as I recall, you have Apple products. I have a 27″ iMac that I use too many times a day and Jessie has a new MacBook Air and we both have iPhone elevens.
Keep those emails coming.
Still poor yet humble as ever,
Dan
Hi Dan,
Thanks for your note and the updates on you and Jessie. We hope your surgery is successful and provides you with some relief. A beach front condo sounds better and better to us. Maybe one of next stops will be closer to the water.
Take care of yourself and our best to Jessie,
Mike
M&M, that looked like a great trip. Congrats on your 2 year status. I’ll raise a glass of bourbon tonight in your honor.
Cheers
Hi John,
Thanks for your note and kind wishes. We’ll be raising a glass tonight, too.
Our best to you and Ginger,
Mike