I arrived at Mama Shelter from the beach – sand in my shoes, covered in sun lotion, hair stringy with seawater – and found myself sharing the lift with an impeccably dressed group ascending to the rooftop for sundowners. Not that anyone gave a damn, because anything goes here, the only Portuguese outpost of Mama Shelter’s brand of playful boutique hotels strung across the continent.
Mood? Quirky-cool.
Location perks? Two miles away from Miradouro da Senhora do Monte.
Budget range? Not cheap, but not the most expensive.