Description
House, with excellent location, in the village of Odiáxere, bordering the urban area of the village, city of Lagos and Municipality of Faro. It has a garden with an urban area of 3,290 m2, where it is possible to build two more villas. It has covered garage. Swimming pool built on the surface of the land. It can be moved to another area of the lot that suits you best.
Pedestrian access at a distance of 150 m to 400 m, to all types of services; Pharmacy, Bank, Parish Council, Health Center, Market, Super Market and others.
Access to Meia-Praia, 15 minutes by car, one of the best beaches in Lagos.
The villa was built by the current owner, and is ground floor.
Well built in thermal and acoustic terms, it has double glazed windows and thermal PVC frames.
It has eight divisions, five of them are bedrooms, four en suite, five bathrooms, living room
and dining room. In the huge kitchen, you can prepare your favourite dishes.
Odiáxere is a rural village and one of the parishes of the municipality of Lagos, with 31.85 km² of area and 2984 inhabitants (2011). The population density is 93.7 persons per km².
It was elevated to town status on 1 July 2003.
It borders with the following parishes: Mexilhoeira Grande (NE), Alvor (E), São Sebastião (Lagos) (O), Bensafrim (NO). In the decade of the 50s of the last century Odiáxere was written "Odeáxere". At the beginning of the
XXI Century this village is the scene of a book written by a countrywoman, Maria do Rosário Bago d'Uva, "People in My Memory, People and Crafts".[ 6] In this book the author transports us to the life of this village in the 50s of the last century: The characters come to life, dialogue, some working techniques are described in detail, the joy of humility and simplicity invades the reader.
In relation to Odiáxere, Maria do Rosário writes: "To still smell the
bucolic smell of the past, of steppes and smoke at night and of soft bread in the early morning..."
"To smell poetry that I cannot find today in the midst of confusion...""Poetry did exist, in the turning of the
sails of the mill, in the water running in the watermill, in the beating of the clothes on the stone of the river..."
