May 30, Saturday evening. We are in Marmaris Marina, meeting on board. Marina is full of sails, boats, goulettes, schooners. I notice one of them: "Bonbon". We watch the sunset among countless masts, strings, riggings, meet the people at the dinner on board, and chat.
Sail yacht sailing on the blurred horizon and a seagull flying on the blue Marmara Sea.