Make with me an artistic route thru one of the most interesting street of Funchal.
The tradition is no longer what it was and at the right time. Before it was said you could not walk down the street of Santa Maria with its shady alleys and its unpredictable corners. We could heard nuisance flirtring, sense the inconvenience sighs, signs indicating that it was time to step up the pace. Now, the route is ornamented with new shades that change the face of the centennial doors eaten before by the stormy weather and time. It is the new groove of the open doors of Zyberchema that invite us to a lengthy tour thru the various facets of art that brighten with its profusion of colors and textures, the entries of the street no longer abandoned, no longer shamefully forgotten. Walk the stones to the door 11 and try to uncover the creature that jealously guards the entrance. Further along, on the corner of number 37, we face a winged hero who wins the battle against a giant scorpion with its sharp gleaming saber, at least that's what our fertile imagination suggests. By zigzagging the people who follow the course of their lives at the intersection, we are faced with the strange and curious work of Mejia Urritia that appeals to the most ingenious interpretation and we calmly without hurry until the Donna Maria, who treats us with familiar odors that wake our unsuspecting taste papillae. At the entrance, a baby Jesus watch us from the top of this stairs, giving us a warm welcome for regional perfect meal, accompanied in the end by a Madera of honor. At the exit we are presented with the beasts of Africa's 58. On door number 62 time for a homage on what is looks like a white sail were are inscribed the name artist who made all this street art event for free.
We continue straight ahead because that is the way. Two elegant ladies toast with their slender elegant figure at the turn of a corner to a project with no number, a wall decorated with strange entities bursting from a Pandora's Box. They belong to the "mad" invaders that create artistic interventions in the facades of the city battered, giving them a new life. A new pride. As the eyes of those who live here that demonstrates a new delight to welcome people from all over the world, a place where once lived the sadness and abandonment. One more stop at Dona Chica Rabo de Peixe to quench parched throats after so much walking without rest and to recharge our batteries with pieces of poetry. Continued the artistic route to the door number 97 decorated with Madeira traditional dough dolls, but in the corner an elusive beautiful woman's face seems to indulge us with a kiss. We overcame this pampering and reached the final stretch of our journey, the 107 portrays the colorful metropolis, perhaps the dream of the city, on the other hand, a mythical mermaid scans the horizon of the turquoise seas of the island. The sea, the eternal ocean interpreted by the gray stone with its caravel blended with the stonework with no port number. At the end we are again buffeted by the bright colors of modern omni surf shop in the opposite direction, an illustrated reminder of ancient times, the number 118, lies the personal interpretation of a traditional trade shop where we were greeted by name and that the end of each we returned with a gentle gesture see you tomorrow God willing. Now we say goodbye, no better even with an open embrace to the doors of Jose Maria and all the dreamers who come aboard to his trip through the city streets.
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