It’s a love thing...
We fell happily in love with this town’s beautiful, crumbling homes.
We hoped that with the proper love we could breathe new life into their proud old stones. We found that the block of high blank walls a few steps away from our houses and apartments held more than just cats and rubble.
Once, Convento was where village girls working in Olhão’s thriving canning industry would live. Convento was a safe place, a place where the girls’ dormitories circled a peaceful cloister, a place of sanctuary from their hectic work lives.
Slowly, carefully, we have re-imagined this space.
What were dormitories are now spacious light-filled bedrooms, with high wooden ceilings that allow the air to stay fresh, and your dreams to soar.
We’ve fashioned bathrooms from blush-veined Alentejo marble.
A quiet corner has become a library: please do leave us a book or two...
What was a fish salting vault is now our kitchen and refectory, from where we offer breakfasts of olives grown in the hills that fringe the town, and Alentejo cheeses from the market, and just-baked breads, and local hand-stirred jams, and Algarve dried fruits soaked in citrus, and sweet juice from the heavy oranges of Dona Celestina’s trees.