Until few decades ago it used to be a little fisherman's village. The small houses here and there, tiny stores, a couple of hotels... A few things to do besides fishing and cultivating tomatoes... Life was slow and relaxed. Quiet. Simple. And today... I can count on my fingers the "real" houses, squeezed between new complexes, growing like baobabs. The non-stop roaring tourism machine moved almost all fish from the port to the supermarket; but also... it moved me here! Yet I get very nostalgic strolling the old streets of fisherman's place...
3 comments:
This picture is great! I like you photography so much. My maiden last name means fisherman in Porteguese.
It's true what happening to places due to growth and commercialism.
A lot of the desert here has been turned into neighborhoods and business complexes.
Thanks, Ladydazy! I enjoy pushing the button, but I know I should learn the technical side if I`ll ever grow up ;)
The changes doesnt mean bad, until some certain level...
Yeah, I don't know if I will every grown up either. :)
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