It's the always busy waterfront to the south of the city where ships come in from all around the Aegean and beyond bearing exotic goods and exotic peoples from the edges of civilization. The tall, slender, sunburned man passes on the street his fiery red hair hanging to his waist. His cold gray eyes stare at you from a face covered with swirling blue tattoos; he is a warrior from nearby Thrace. At the corner a woman sits weaving at a loom propped against her doorway. The designs are unfamiliar sinuous plant and animal shapes in the Scythian manner. This is the district of the men of the sea and the women who follow them.

There are shops and tavernas and homes of every description spread out along the sea shore. All have balconies, terraces, and flat roof tops to enjoy the sea air for Poseidoneia is the district of those who love the sea.