The Azores. The image that comes to mind is that of a dense, lush tropical forest under a clear blue sky – the very symbol of the high pressure area that bears its name. In reality, with its nine mountain peaks it ressembles Switzerland, a volcanic Switzerland. The same purity of air, similar pine forests, similar transparent lakes and same bells ringing from cows’ necks. However, the butter, cheese, wine and bread that are produced here are destined to leave the country to end up on the tables of the Azores diaspora in America. Portrait of a market of nostalgia.