Diário Notícias made, on the third weekend after the mandatory ‘stop’ of the Madeiran nightlife, a trip through the main streets and found nobody.
No one who we could tell. But we saw cats, felt and heard the leaves being pushed by the wind, imbued with a penetrating silence as we stepped on an immaculate sidewalk. No glasses, no cigarette butts, no cars parked on the side of the roads and no trace of a night footprint.