A woman stretching at sunrise on the terrace, the olive tree

Hotel Agua Serra

JecoPalm Office

The earthen volumes and the passage between them

Aljezur remembers everything.

It sits at the northern edge of the Algarve, in the hills above the coast. The land below has been farmed for centuries, and the fields still grow the sweet potato the place is known for. Time moves slowly here, and it leaves marks.

Figure carrying a fish on the head, black and white

Figures on the terrace at sunset

The hotel volumes under the olive tree, lavender in front

The olive tree against the earthen wall, by the arch

A woman smiling under the tree

JecoPalm Office gave us a boutique hotel built for that kind of time. Theirs is a practice of craft, and of the quiet bond between a place and the people.

Rocky coast at sunset

Waves on the shore, a figure

Wine bottles on the table in the evening light

Dining room with the tall window

Bedroom in warm plaster

We set out to photograph memory itself. Not the building alone, but the life it will hold.

Fireplace lounge with green cushions

Stone washbasin with brass taps

Niche with folded towels

Armchair by the bed

The entrance path at dusk, lit doorway

The pavilion at sunset, glass and pool

A figure in the infinity pool at sunset, the sea

The water, the light, the day letting go, all loosening into the same horizon, where the ocean meets the sky. Aljezur remembers everything and so will they.

The pool and the hotel at dusk, reflections