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 A New Chapter 

 

By 2020, the world had changed. The family had scattered across continents, and the couple — now elders full of grace — felt ready for a gentler rhythm. With serenity and gratitude, they decided to pass the torch. They moved south, to the Algarve, and opened the gates of their beloved Lugar da Vigia to its next steward.

The man who arrived was Swiss — discreet, refined, and quietly enchanted by Portugal. He visited the property once… and that was enough. The light. The air. The soul of the place. He bought it immediately.

But he did not erase the past. Quite the opposite.

He chose to preserve everything the original family had built. The hand-painted tiles by the artist-wife still adorn the walls. The structure, the gardens, the spirit — all were respected as part of a living legacy.

What he brought was comfort — Swiss-level comfort.


He modernized with love, not excess:

  • A full solar system with battery storage

  • Intelligent automation for pool cleaning, garden irrigation, lighting, and heating

  • Domotic systems for effortless control

  • Eco-conscious upgrades for sustainability and ease

Lugar da Vigia was reborn as 52 Atlantic Estate — sovereign, serene, and self-sufficient.

One More Love Story

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And then… it happened again!

One golden afternoon, with the Atlantic wind brushing the cliffs, the new owner led his Portuguese girlfriend — green eyes full of sea and sky — down the beach below.

There, where the waves meet the stone in a quiet ritual older than time, he knelt and asked her to marry him.

She said yes.

And together, they dreamed again. A new project, this time on the other side of the world. Life calling them forward — as it always does for those who listen.

Now, they are searching for the right soul to continue this story.

Someone who sees not just land, but meaning.


Not just a house, but sanctuary. Not just a purchase… but a legacy.

52 Atlantic Estate is ready for its next chapter.

Perhaps it’s yours…

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Between Wind and Stone

The story of a place that seemed chosen… even before it was imagined. 

 

Long before it was named 52 Atlantic Estate, this land already carried a quiet strength 

 
 For millennia, the wind swept through the west cliffs, whispering to the few who wandered here: Celts, Romans, Moors, seafarers. This was the end of the land — and the beginning of the invisible. The ancients called it sacred. They felt its force — between sea and mountain, stone and mist. Sintra was the Mons Lunae, the Mountain of the Moon. And this coastline… a threshold between the seen and the unseen. 

 
 Here, where the Atlantic roars with dignity and the light dances, homes were not merely built — they were called forth. 

 
 

And centuries later, it would be that same intuition that brought a couple in love to this forgotten cliffside. 

A Love That Found Its Horizon

In 1985, he was a Portuguese entrepreneur, a man who had built his fortune across Africa’s former Portuguese colonies. She was an artist, with a gentle soul and hands that painted porcelain with almost sacred care. When they arrived in Assafora, they were looking for peace. What they found was a miracle.

“This is the place,” she whispered, smiling in a way he would never forget.

For years, they dreamed. Sketched ideas by hand, listened to the land, studied the sun, respected the wind. Only in 2000 did their vision take form: a villa designed to embrace an entire family — and the life rituals that came with it.

And what a family it was. Children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren… nearly 20 persons would gather in summer. The home needed space: nine bedrooms, a celebration hall beneath the house, a swimming pool with its own bar, gardens with a fire pit, a pergola for long lunches, hidden corners to watch the sea or play with the dogs.

The “Lugar da Vigia” — as they named it — became more than a home. It became a stage for life. A Portuguese soap opera was filmed here. There were cultural nights, literary soirées, spontaneous concerts. Friends, artists, neighbors, dreamers — the estate quietly breathed joy.

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