zolt A Day at the Coast
The morning started at the water. The harbour was quiet — just the sound of rope against mast and gulls picking over the tide line. I took a few frames before anyone else was about.
By mid-morning the town had woken up, and the square filled with the weekly market. This is the part I always look forward to: a dozen stalls crammed into one narrow street, each one louder and more colourful than the last. I could have spent the whole day here.
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Two very different halves of the same day — the stillness of the harbour and the noise of the market — and both worth a second look. Click any thumbnail above to page through the full set.