Monday, February 24, 2020

Madeira - O Sexto Dia


We are wandering the old town center of Funchal. We stop first at the Sé - the Sé Catedral de Nossa Senhora da Assunçao. This is a good-sized church, but a third of it is curtained-off for repairs. It seems to be a Gothic shell filled with Baroque or Rococo art. The masonry blocks on the outside seem to be that airy, pumice-like stone that we’ve seen on many local buildings, used quite well to offset the whitewash and generate visual interest. The lacey, carved ceiling adds drama, while the gold-trimmed altar piece and narrow stained glass windows add warmth. I assume the renovation will bring everything up to a similar standard; when done, the Sé should be a real triumph.

 

 


 

 

Next, we visit the Igreja do Carmo, a small, bright, well-kept church near the “Mercado”. The architecture is fairly minimal, just simple shapes and trim, and all the decoration concentrated in the altar and chapels. But I am drawn to the gold ‘commas’ reflected in the patterned ceiling, and, strange to admit, but I like seeing the linens and flowers in front of the figures, rather than just candles. Someone is taking care of this church.


 

 

We check out the late morning action at the Mercado dos Lavradores. After seeing the farms along the north coast, my hopes are high, but it turns out the market is very much a tourist attraction - not necessarily a bad thing. It is a lively, active place, but the stall-keepers are a bit over aggressive offering samples. Even the trees are wearing over-sized "carnaval" masks.

 

Just down the Rua da Boa Viagem from the Mercado is the Capela de Nossa Senhora da Oliveira. It is teeny, and it is partially closed. The crowning olive tree is a nice touch. I sure hope all these renovations are a good sign for Funchal.

 

On down along the shore to the east is the Fortaleza de São Tiago, a bright yellow collection of arches and turrets. Again, here the fort is not as interesting as the the framed views it creates. Still, it is an outdoor break, including the sound of waves lapping at the rocks, from the parade of beautiful churches. Oddly, there are two pre-war cars on display: a Plymouth sedan and an MG convertible with suicide doors. Evidently they belong to the restaurant.

 

  

 

 

Two nearby churches are on my list, but are closed - a shame as I thought these might be quite good: the Capela do Corpo Santo and the Igreja do Socorro. Next time.



Turning uphill and westward now, and we arrive at the Praça do Município. Unfortunately, today, the Praça is occupied by the ‘creACTivity’ bus - though it sure does not seem very creative or active. The square itself is enclosed by a series of double-height blocks. On the east side is the Câmara Municipal do Funchal. The entry gate frames a tall sculpture in the courtyard. Upon closer inspection, it is a female nude and a large goose, kissing. What a strange figure to put at the center of town hall.

[Later, we are told that one of the island’s discoverers had an image of Leda in his coat of arms.]

  

 

I believe there is a museum in the Câmara, but I’ve heard the Igreja de São João Evangelista do Colégio do Funchal next door is better - and sometimes those Tripadvisor ratings are right. This church is a world unto itself. There is the gold-on-gold altar set in a deep, coffered, triumphal arch and trimmed in blue azulejos. Above that is a trompe-l’oiel dome on the painted, wood-strap ceiling. In the semi-circular pediment, directly above the altar, is a false-perspective painting of a triple-vaulted colonnade (what supports the two interior beams is anyone’s guess). In a totally ‘meta’ move, the ceilings of the painted vaults are painted.

The colonnades, archways, and domes on the actual painted ceiling are dizzy-ing. Reading from the altar to the facade: a dome framed by triple-vaulted colonnade, a series of arches leading to a central circular roof opening (on each side), and another brightly colored false-dome above the organ balcony. The arched spaces between are filled with images of, what looks like, college students with mortar boards. In the middle of all that is a heroic Christogram, with ribbons and angles, but the text (AMDG) seems to be in mirror image, unless my phone is playing some kind of trick on me.

[Later, we determine that viewers can more easily study the ceiling with a mirror than by craning their necks upward.]



 

 

The chapels are also filled with interesting stories and images - tiles, gold-leaf on wood, painted ceiling, and so many statues. I suppose this is what happens when you decorate a large church that’s part of a college. There is so much information embedded in the art, and there is so much art incorporated in the architecture.

 

 

But wait - there’s more: through the left transept is a doorway to the sacristy. Here is yet another ceiling to consider: the center medallion seems to contain the four evangelists, and then blooms outward with a swirl of tiny bodies and flowers. The vaulting around the edges is also interesting, with the primary arches bearing on the centers of the wall, with secondary points at the corners.

 

But wait - this church is still not done: pass through the sacristy, and take the stairs up to the tower. There are excellent views out to the hills and the sea (look closely at the nearby ridge to find the towers for the gondola cables). On the way out, we discover a model of the facade lovingly recreated in Legos; one of the best applications of plain, white mini-figs I’ve ever seen. I wonder: in what Lego set do you get plain, white mini-figs?

 

Sunday, February 23, 2020

Madeira - O Quinto Dia


Today is a deep dive into José Miguel’s Madeira; José Miguel being Donna’s cousin. They are third cousins - they share great grandparents, as their grandmothers were sisters. We begin the tour at the Igreja de Santo Antótnio. Easily identified by its twin herring-bone tower caps, the church is highly visible from the highway when arriving to west side of Funchal from the airport. We don’t get a close look as the parishioners are in the middle of Sunday mass, but am able to snap a few quick shots. We do our best to inconspicuously inspect the architecture, but this is the church where Donna’s grandparents were married, so we want to also capture something of the place. We certainly don’t want to leave empty-handed.

 

 


Now we resume our exploration of the island’s north coast, today going east to west. Our first stop is Porto da Cruz, the small town east of the Penha de Águia - the enormous coastal butte we saw from the “miradouro” on Thursday. Gazing up at the thing makes it more impressive.

 

Lunch is in the Santana, at the Quinta do Furao. An appealing spot with enchanting scenery, and we eat well: steamed limpets, smoked pork rib, and crispy “milho frito” (fried cubes of corn meal). The area is know for the traditional thatched-roof, A-frame houses, and we see quite a few scattered about town.

 

In Santana’s town center there is a little cluster of these houses that the city uses attract tourists and offer some education. I appreciate the way the thatch is bundled and layered, and tied with reeds. The wood joints are intriguing, too, as the ‘loft’ joists are pegged without a shoulder on the rafters, just a lap joint. Across the street is a plaza and street market where local fruits and vegetables are sold. Some of the fruits look quite exotic; José Miguel buys us something. I still am not sure what it is (it still sits on our hotel room table).

  

 


Next is the village of São Jorge; every other house belongs to a cousin. The parish church is a little gem, with an elaborate altar piece crowned by the figure of São Jorge killing the dragon. Many expressive figures fill the altar. Recently restored, it’s remarkably clean and fresh.

 

 

 


We continue down the road to the cemetery and pay our respects to José Miguel’s family. The views from the nearby “miradouro” are wonderful, with farms atop the cliffs over the sea. Look closely and you can see some of the amazing, switch-back walking paths that the locals still use to get up and down the levels. As we are leaving town, we actually run into and get to meet some of the many cousins (Leandro).

 

We make our last stop in Faial, the town just to the west of the Penha de Águia. There is a cute, road-side “miradouro” on the highway, at one of the hairpins, with a small, silver Virgin is a case and a few candles. With the setting sun behind us, the Penha looks phenomenal, and I can see there is a ridge there in front, with a natural gateway, and the old bridge just behind.

We peer down at the church, and note the cart-racing track just beyond - such practical urban planning.

 

Saturday, February 22, 2020

Madeira - O Quarto Dia


We tend to family business, today, but still find time to share some sightseeing. The Miradouro da Eira do Serrado looks out over the village of Curral das Freiras. The ‘Corral of the Nuns’ is the sanctuary village that the islanders used to protect these chaste women from pirates. While it’s easy on the one hand to see how forts protect harbors, it’s just as easy to see how a non-violent population might take refuge within these remarkable mountains.

Take a close look at the access road leading up the valley to the “Curral”. The sides of the valley are obviously steep, but the serpentine "estrada" tells you that the floor of the valley rises sharply, at least in terms of cars.

 

 




Venturing into the valley we find the Paróquia de Nossa Senhora do Livramento, an enchanting church full of color and calm. It seem to have both the perfect scale and the right temperament for the job - you would not want to excite a populous in hiding with swirling columns and golden rays of salvation.

To the left, through a stone arch, there is an elegant side chapel, with a series of stained glass panel. These panels are at eye-level, and easily viewed, unlike most that are set so high you risk falling backwards trying to read them. The tones and hues from these panels fill the chapel, setting a different, perhaps more somber mood than the nave, especially when reflected on the furnishing.


 


Our last stop is the Pico do Arieiro, 1,818 meters (almost 6,000 feet) above sea level, an idiosyncratic tourist destination not only for the insane wind, but the presence of the Força Aérea’s radar dome. We could not be further from the Paróquia church, in elevation and exhilaration. The fury of the wind is hard to describe: it’s not a series of blasts pushing, then pausing, but a constant gale providing persistent pressure.

Hikers, dressed as if they’re headed for Everest dot the rocky trails - North Face nylon hoodies pulled tight.