We can guess a day like this from the distant sound of the foghorns blowing at intervals, but it is always strange to watch a huge bright yellow ferry slowly materializing from indistinctness.
It was almost midday and the worst was gone, but the atmosphere was still a bit unreal.
Even shooting toward land, from the Capitaneria pier, it was hard to get the usual sharpness and details.
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