Aigra Nova
Aigra Velha
Alagoa
Albergaria
Alegria
Alvém
Bordeiro
Carcavelos
Carvalhal Miúdo
Casal Bordeiro
Carvão
Casal dos Moinhos
Casalinho de Baixo
Casalinho de Cima
Casal Loureiro
Caselhos
Cerdeira
Cerejeira
Chã e Favaqueira
Cimo de Alvém
Civado
Comareira
Conhais
Cortecega
Esporão
Folgosa
Frontão
Ladeiras
Liboreiro
Luzendas
Outeiro
Manjão
Nogueiro
Pena
Piães
Pião
Pontão do Seladinho
Ponte do Sótão
Portela
Portela de Góis
Póvoa de Cerdeira
Póvoa de Góis
Povorais
Quinta do Carvão
Regateira
Ribeira Cimeira
Ribeira Fundeira
Samoura
São Martinho
Vale Boa
Vale de Maceira
Vale Godinho
Vale Moreiro
Vale Torto
Vale Travasso

Cerejeira (‘cherry tree’) is one of three villages whose origin and folklore are intertwined. Above the village of Cerejeira is the xisto village of  Comareira, and a little way along the road, the now-lost village of  Fonte Sobreira. Cerejeira has two habitable houses – the rest of the buildings are empty or ruined. One of the habitable houses is a beautifully restored xisto cottage, and the other a large modern house. The village has views towards Alegria and beyond, and to the south, Lomba do Moiro (Ridge of the Moors), that has several gold mines thought to date back to the Roman occupation, and certainly worked by the Moors in the middle ages.

 Sr, Alfredo, who has lived all his life in Cerejeira (and before him, his ancestors) told us a story that he believed might be about his great grandmother. On the other side of the valley, called ‘Lomba do Moiro’ was a mine in which lived a Moorish family. Sr. Alfredo’s great grandmother lived in the valley below. As she was tending  her goats on the hill one day, the Moor came running up to ask her for help because his wife was having a baby. She left the goats behind and hurried to help the woman. In thanks for her help the woman gave her something, telling her to put the gift into her apron pocket and not to look at it before arriving home. However, she was curious about it, and before she was over the bridge to her house she looked into her apron. There she found some stones that seemed to be just charcoal, and she threw them away. When she got home, she found some more ‘charcoal’ in the pockets and as she looked closer, she saw that it contained, in fact, nuggets of gold. She went back to the place where she had thrown away the other pieces of ‘charcoal’, but alas, they were not there anymore. The Moor must have gone after her and saw that she had thrown the gold away, and retrieved it for himself.