Farewell Sir, farewell, commend me to the Gentlewoman I praia.
"A King, and No King"
Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher
From the northern side of the cape we looked down upon a smaller bay, the shore of which was overhung by rocks of various and grotesque shapes; this is called the outer bay, or, in the language of the country, praia do mar de fora: a fearful place in seasons of wind and tempest, when the long swell of the Atlantic pouring in, is broken into surf and foam by the sunken rocks with which it abounds.
"The Bible in Spain"
George Borrow
We climbed to the deserted Rua Da praia, past the red stone tower that is known as Benger's Folly, and in a cave-like office under the blue arms of the South American Line we approached its greasy little agent....
"Where the Pavement Ends"
John Russell