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The trio walks to the sea. The water here wasn't crystal-blue, as in tropical climates, but murky green, yet it was no less captivating – as if the gods had taken a mountain of emeralds and turned it into a liquid. Under the onslaught of gusty winds, waves chaotically crashed against the shore, and to the delight of the young man accompanying the girls, they lifted their skirts, which he, however, regretted not being able to capture with his camera. There weren't many people around, probably because the city's residents were at work, and entry for tourists was limited.