Yes, the water stinks. Yes, sometimes, in season, the sea covered with bodies, a whole bay of people, tourists, the whole world at one point.
But.
In winter, it’s like this. Shimmers of light and color. A quiet wandering wherever you don’t want to go and wherever your eyes take you. Randomly falling into taverns, taverns, where the owner, it turns out, saw Joseph Alexandrovich. Don’t ask who he is. He is ours!