The “Warsaw sea”. Unbearable in high season: repulses with rubbish and noise. But changes its face with autumn and winter arrival. The wind romps over abandoned verandas, and whistles its songs on the boats lying upside down, telling old stories about the glory days (that have already gone for good). Nostalgia, enchanted in fallen leaves, is flying above the surface of water. It’s the most beautiful when the snow covers it all with the white camouflage.