Well, this is definetely not the hidden place of this island, but still a beautiful one.
Actually, it's a first place you see, because the ferry goes exactly here.
I like to walk here, go to the marina to feed the fish which acting like a pigeons and to see some new boats. Every boat I see for the first time is a speck of uncertainty, an alien from a distant lands keeping a secret inside its compact little world.
And immediately I'm an indian who sees the ship for the first time, an Assol gazing into the distance, a french crowd seeing the first steamboat.
What else is there for me? I don't know. But I'm feeling the wind of change.
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