With every shop I visit there is one tugging at my memory. It's Pingo Doce, the Portuguese supermercado chain that was so much fun to visit, it was almost not like grocery shopping at all.
The first one we found was less than 10 minutes walk from our apartment in Funchal. There we bought milk, eggs, bread and vegetables. Another one, just slightly farther away, had delicious tangerines as well as prepared foods.
On our second-to-last day in Madeira, we found the largest Pingo of all, in downtown Funchal. It was not unlike a Wegman's in size and scope. I picked up Portuguese Easter treats for the kiddos there.
And finally, we discovered that the chain extended to (probably began in) Lisbon. We never visited the flagship store there, but did dip into a smaller market in Cais do Sodre. As with the others there were self-assured locals doing their weekly shop, confused tourists searching for toothpaste, and harried clerks trying to deal with it all. Life itself, in other words.
(*"To go shopping" in Portuguese. Above, a Pingo shopper in Funchal, just back from a hike.)