A strange whistle in the street? That’s Portugal’s travelling knife-sharpener – the amolador
The first five times I heard an amolador, I mistakenly thought it was just a neighbour with a few loose screws. After all, why would someone be wheeling a bike through the neighbourhood while piping a charming, if slightly repetitive, tune on a pan flute? After more than a year living in Portugal, I recall […]