This time is a trip thru one of the most beautifull cities of Portugal in verse
City of the sea, of salty moons
Traditions, heritage, Carnival,
Overlooking the river and lagoons
where joy is essential!
In the Furadouro I rest my eyes
On the deep blue sea,
While the seagull glides
Leaping over the waves.
On the beach I see the fishermen
Among networks, and jumping fish
Far ahead, the ox pull ashore,
The boat, the nets, and the wandering dreams.
The city reflects the light
Under the sun, fog, moonlight,
In tile façades
That decorate the "soul" of Ovar.
Here, Julio Dinis wrote,
Stories ... the story of Ovar
And thus was born the House-Museum
To tell your legend today!
The parish, church and chapels,
Mercy, Calvary, lady full of Grace
Show the people's devotion,
When they saw storms or disgrace.
The seven chapels of the steps
Report the Passion of Christ
and people live in procession ...
His last moments, his last contention!
There is still the bread of Ovar
Known and appreciated a delicacy,
that sweetens the mouth if you arrive
and pleases us if you try.
Ovar, City Tile Museum
Carnival, traditions and ocean
Empties into the Atlantic,
to win the soul!
Let yourself be won over,
Let's get lost
Visit Ovar!
Come meet us all.