This village is a true "village": the chickens on their roosts cluck their greetings and the goats gaze at us with their gentle yet distrustful eyes; the cart still bears hay and the vegetable plot is close at hand for sowing; the communal oven still scents the air with newly baked bread.
The village of Figueira is built of schist, is almost flat and easy to walk around. The jumbled streets in its centre hide a communal oven. Surrounding it, farmland planted with olive trees produces the "green gold" that once generated the wealth of the village.
At the entrance to the village, the road splits into two that wrap around the old village. It is longer than it is wide, with little alleys criss-crossing to form a maze in which, at any moment, a multitude of traditional architectural details transport us back to other times. Vegetable plots, back gardens, agricultural stores, animal pens and chicken coops stand happily shoulder to shoulder throughout the residential area.