Old fisherman's house from the time when there were both fish and shellfish in the sea

Old fisherman's house from the time when there were both fish and shellfish in the sea
 On the edge of the pier, where the wind still carries the scent of salt and seaweed, stands the old fisherman's house – weather-beaten but proud. The peeling paint bears witness to decades of storms and sunshine, while the nets hang like silent memories of busy days when the sea teemed with both fish and shellfish. Now the house rests as a silent monument to a bygone era, when life and work were closely linked to the waves outside. The sea reflects itself calmly today, but the walls echo with the cries of the fishermen, the cries of the seagulls and the eternal rhythm of the sea.