BUBBLES OVER THE OLD HARBOR.

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BUBBLES OVER THE OLD HARBOR. *

In the Old Harbor of Chania, the afternoon light spills generously over worn stone streets and centuries-old walls. Tourists wander with cameras in hand, but here—right in the square—something more ephemeral steals the scene. A street performer dips ropes into soapy water, lifting them into the air, and the wind answers: a cascade of bubbles, some small enough to disappear in an instant, others so large they reflect the harbor itself.

Children break into sudden sprints, their faces lifted to the sky, hands reaching for what they know they can’t hold for long. The bubbles rise, twist, and burst—brief, bright interruptions in the steady hum of harbor life. Parents pause mid-step to watch, strangers turn their lenses toward the spectacle, and for a few minutes the whole square shares the same rhythm of wonder.

Photographing moments like these is less about the bubbles themselves and more about what they draw out of people—the pure, unfiltered expressions, the gestures of joy, the way a place transforms under the spell of something fleeting. In these images, Chania is both backdrop and participant: the old Venetian buildings, the salt air, the lighthouse standing in the distance, all holding space for a scene that could never be staged.

Street photography thrives on the unexpected, on the collision of the ordinary and the extraordinary. Here, that collision happens in midair, shimmering, before dissolving back into the summer heat.