The Opulent

The Playground of the Opulent Today we drove to a posh enclave in Algarve where the rich live sheltered behind tall walls, pristine roads were empty not a speck of dust. They came here to seek privacy not wanting to the everyday activities of ordinary people and what they got is loneliness and despair behind beautiful facades; everyone is a stranger there is no community in this disinfected hellhole. This is a striking place has expensive golf courses, a simple sport with a stick and a ball has become the only interest for many who are dedicated to what is the ultimate of infantile pastime. To keep this place pristine there is a posse of uniformed men, I think they are there as penitentiary guards.