I think so.
The way I'm imagining it was that a young family moved onto the land, built themselves their very own home with their very own hands, then over the years, maybe generations, they started to construct the terraces. Then the family grew and one of the offspring got married and built a near identical 'hovel' that is the original house here. Then as they developed more skills at cutting stone they built the house up. Then around 80 years ago another generation decided to upgrade and built the brick house we now live in, in the traditional style of animals-at-the-bottom people-on-top.
People still live in these conditions here, especially older folk who have always lived in these old houses and have no desire to live anywhere else.
This is a photo taken four years ago of a member of the national guard delivering christmas supplies to an elderly gentleman in a house very similar to what others might call a
hovel.
There's something so incredibly Portuguese about this photo.
From the policeman with a gun and the prettily wrapped pressies, to the totally unmodernised house with the guy inside who looks quite happy to live his life out there thankyou very much, to the huge stash of orange peels on the doorstep that have been collecting over the last few weeks since the oranges have ripened.
Also that nail above the door with the blue baling twine. I guess that's where the chickens get hung before they're brought inside to go in the pot...