The hang
Sagres-adjacent, cliff-ringed, and the kind of beach that makes you feel small in the right way. A wide scallop of sand beneath 60-meter ochre walls, with the Atlantic coming in cold and serious. It's sheltered from the worst of the Sagres wind, which means it's the beach the locals use when everything else is getting torn apart. The view west is the end of Europe. Literally — that's it, then ocean, then New York.
