When the sea gets serious, that’s the bura. Bura gathers momentum from the mountains and stirs the sea. When bura blows, the sea appears to lose its composure. It lashes through the bay coating coastal homes and streets with salt drowned from the white foam atop the waves. It strips away everything unnecessary and always brings something new. Bura is a gust and a force, the raw power of nature. Bura is observed through almost closed shutters. Bura invigorates both people and the bay. During its tempestuous blowing, you hear the debate of Mr. Whistle and Mr. Shrill. When there is a storm, sailing is impossible. Bura is loved for its sight. It gives the sea a special colour hue: aquamarine.