Outdated wharf on the outskirts of town. It looks anchored many small boats peddling their views. Not far away there are also several sail boats, moving slowly towards the sea leaving the coast. Looks beautiful and enchanting, full of grace that makes the soul want to go with it.
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The other side of the wharf the other sail boats were neatly lined up ashore with the sails undeveloped. There was little movement of the captains and crew. The boisterous sound of seagulls accompanied them while chatting.
In the room combing the land there was a lot of noise with the roar of people passing by. Haggling over prices and clicking calls in the form of merchandise is deafening for those who are not used to being there. The fishy smell of the sea with all its living creatures, mingled into one in the boisterous atmosphere of the market that morning.
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