Walking down the thin cobblestone street I move farther and farther away from the main land. Giant street lamps tower over me, waves crash all around me, the click-clack of my shoes gets muffled by the sounds of the sea. This route is a solitary one; away from the hustle and bustle of the city to a fortress in the middle of the ocean. I make my way down off the street onto barnacle covered black rocks torn apart by centuries of abuse from weather and mariners. I climb down until I reach fresh sand revealed from the receding tide. A few bricks and pieces of pottery poke up through the pebbles and further down the mini-beach I find inlets of crystal clear water. The sun is setting. I have found a moment of bliss… There are a lot of those here.
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