I’m not one for preserving cultures in aspic, for inveighing against the crudities of the present, but when I saw Fontainhas, with its balconies, its buildings the colours of fruit pastilles, shedding pink paint peelings like dandruff, I felt a pinprick of nostalgia for a past that isn’t even mine. My memories of Goa are not of its prized blue-gold beauty, but of eating fresh fish by a slug-brown river; of watching a cat creep warily through a fish market as if any moment expecting to be ejected from Valhalla; of eating crabs and rare beef late into the night at a Burmese restaurant; of listening to fado — those Portuguese dirges of love and loss — in a Baga restaurant, while outside packs of lubricated Russians coalesced around night clubs. What is most attractive about Goa is its room-for-everyone catholicity: the Dutch and Brazilian couple who open a French restaurant, the violinist with the frayed cuffs who plays under an empty Fontainhas window, the boy in a faded Brazil shirt the colour of egg yolk chasing an errant football into the sea.
The information
Where to stay
The Afonso Guesthouse in picture-postcard Fontainhas is cheap and has charm to burn (0832-2222359)
Where to eat
Bomra’s in Candolim is the best restaurant in Goa — innovative cooking and casually convivial. Contact: 9822149633.
What to do
Visit Mario Miranda’s manse in Loutolim; go mackerel fishing in Morjim; visit Cotigao