Piraeus Harbor is a crucial hub for Athens to connect with the outside world.
The air here is a mix of various odors: the sweat of sailors, the stench of excrement, the aroma of bread and sea bream from the oven, and the intoxicating fragrance of wine, all mingling together.
Soldiers dressed in blue and white uniforms march in tidy formations, shuttling back and forth between the warships densely packed in the harbor, while grain-laden carts use pulleys to unload sacks of grain from Egypt, delivering them to the docks marked with white flags.
"Wow..." Wearing new shoes, Phoebe pattered along behind Lann, looking around at this bustling port. "There are so many people here!"
"Indeed." Lann was also curiously observing the surroundings.
Ancient Athens, what student of history wouldn't want to come and explore?
Moreover, statistics show this city-state has a citizenry of three to four tens of thousands, with slaves and foreigners innumerable.
