Thessaloniki awakes and is lulled to sleep to the rhythm of the sea. People, ships, seagulls, even the pelicans which pass through in wintertime – these are the voyagers who float over the waves of the Thermaic Gulf. Ten years and more of morning coffee and afternoon walks – these are the shadows of this book. “The city, is its sea, its angels walking up and down the strand or standing on its boats guardians at the gates of the Thermaikos gulf, true wave wanderers.”