Comporta

Comporta is the place the premium crowd found before the press did, and has been quietly protecting ever since. An hour south of Lisbon, a long beach of cold Atlantic, cork forests and rice fields and a dozen restaurants worth planning a trip around. Nothing is shouting. Everything is considered.

We fly here because this is what escape is supposed to feel like. Because the point of a second home should be quiet, and Comporta is still quiet. Because a long weekend here resets things a week in busier places never quite does.