Boats and ships are sailing in and out, seafarers and merchants; bustling about, the busy port, like a work of art, filled with last kisses, before long months apart.
A place of noises, smells, emotion, comotion... A place of lies, farewells and goodbyes...
The sea is calling so many away, starting adventures one beautiful day, watching the winds and waves at play.
The port is a sad and happy place, for him: an adventure ready to start, for her: a sad day, before a long time apart.
This is how I would imagine a harbor/port... I know it's not the case today, but it's still fun to imagine it like in the old days...