The sailing ships on Isegran shine in the sun and its reflections in the water

Under a blue spring sky, the proud sailing ships lie at the quay, their hulls and masts reflected in the sparkling water that embraces them. The green and white paint brightens up against the brown woodwork, a color palette of the history of the sea and the pride of craftsmanship.
 Along the pier, smaller wooden boats rest, their sails furled, as if listening to the wind rustling through the rigging. The red sea huts on stilts extend into the water, reflected in a rippling surface that dances in the sun's shifting light.
 Behind the ships, the masts tower like slender fingers towards the sky, a testament to the adventure of sailing and the freedom of the sea. The clouds drift slowly by, mirrored in the calm river that reflects the cradle of history here at Isegran – a place where ships once set sail towards unknown horizons.
 Now they rest here, the ships that have crossed waves and winds, and let the sun paint them gold.