Cherry Street Pier in the state of Philadelphia (USA) is a former shipyard from 1919 that has been transformed into a vibrant, creative hub on the Delaware River. Once a cargo loading and unloading hub, it now houses art galleries, pop-up markets, and food trucks. What makes this place unique are the preserved old industrial details: think steel arches, rugged walls, and original train tracks in the floor. Artists work live in glass studios open to the public. You can also relax with a view of the Benjamin Franklin Bridge. It's the place where heritage, creativity, and city life converge. In the summer, it hosts concerts and open-air movies. A hidden gem in Philly, full of atmosphere!

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The first island we visited in the Saronic Gulf (the stretch of water south of Athens, Greece) was Aegina. In the southwest corner of the island lies Perdika. We found this little fishing village so charming that we sent our drone up into the air to admire it from above as well. You can see the colorful fishing boats moored at the docks in the sheltered harbor, and along the promenade are the whitewashed houses so typical of this part of Greece. To me, the village had retained much of its authentic character. From the harbor quay, you can see the uninhabited islet of Moni – a nature reserve that can only be reached by boat. It is said to be home to peacocks, fallow deer, and wild goats.

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The Crazy Waters Bridge in Chalkis sits at the narrowest point between Evia and the mainland, where the strait is only about 38 meters wide. Because so much water is forced through this tiny opening, extremely strong currents are created — the reason sailors call it the “Crazy Waters.” The bridge is in the middle of the city and opens only once a day to avoid disrupting the constant road traffic. Boats may only pass at slack tide, the brief moment every six hours when the water is calmest. That’s why sailors often go through at strange times like 1:30 or 3:00 a.m. While waiting, boats are not allowed to tie up along the quay because the turbulence is so strong that it would be dangerous. Instead, everyone must anchor in the bay and wait for instructions from Port Control. We anchored there with about fifteen other boats and waited until slack tide at night. At midnight, Port Control suddenly called all boats in order — we were number three. Passing the bridge in the dark was surreal: strong currents below, quiet city lights above. The bridge didn’t lift; it actually slid sideways into the quay walls, disappearing completely. Once through, we moored safely just 100 meters further in the city. Experiencing this natural phenomenon at night, in such a narrow and powerful channel, was something I will not quickly forget!

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