
A Coastal Village Seen from the Bus Stop
The bus stop stands above the coastal village, beside a low stone wall and a map case clouded by salt. From here, rooftops descend toward the harbor in a series of uneven terraces. The sea lies beyond them, visible through gaps between chimneys and trees. I leave my bag at the guesthouse and return to the stop on foot. The route down follows a lane with no pavement. Cars pass slowly around the bends, and a blue line painted on the wall marks a walking route toward the beach. The line is simple but useful where the street divides. The upper houses have gardens facing the slope. Their walls are built from local stone, with steps connecting one level to another. Fig trees lean over several gates, and small ceramic numbers mark the entrances. The terraces keep the village compact while preserving narrow strips of open ground between houses. Near the center, a church square opens toward the harbor. A bell tower rises above the roofs, and a bench faces the water. The square's paving is worn smooth along the line between a bakery and the quay. Someone has placed a bowl of water outside a shop for visiting dogs. The harbor is sheltered by a curved breakwater. Boats sit close together, and their lines knock softly against the masts. A fish market occupies a single room with a wide…
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