Faces and Places - Vlorë

This has to be one of my favourite captures. I remember I was wandering through the side streets, taking photos of something completely different when a lady started talking to me.
We couldn’t really understand each other, but we laughed and communicated through gestures. I motioned to take her photo, but she shyly said “ciao” and continued on her way.
As I turned around, still smiling at these little interactions, I noticed a gentleman working on his bike. I quickly positioned my camera, took the shot, and moved on, not wanting to disturb him. It wasn’t until later, when I was going through my photos, that I realised what a perfect moment I had captured. The genuine smile on his face, the joy I could feel in that moment as he worked on his bike—Every time I look at the photo, I can’t help but smile.
I went back later to show him, but the garage was closed. I hope I’ll have the chance to go back and share it with him. Words can’t quite express how happy I feel just knowing how happy he was in that simple, quiet moment.

These gentlemen were here almost every day, at the same spot, at the same time, playing chess as I took my daily afternoon walk. They were always so absorbed in their game, a quiet moment of focus amidst the bustle around them. It became one of those simple moments that always made me smile. Over time, their presence became familiar—sometimes they’d offer a smile or a nod as I passed by, if they noticed me. It was a small, silent connection that added a bit of warmth to my routine.

This photograph brings me such peace. I resonate with the feeling of being alone but unbothered—content in your own company.
My only question is, why isn’t he facing the sea, watching the sunset?

For these kids, this was probably just another afternoon after school—grabbing snacks with their friends and doing what kids do, playing and having fun. For me, though, this will always be a wholesome memory. The way they suddenly changed when they noticed me getting closer with my camera—without even aiming it directly at them, but they were taken over by surprise and shyness. I couldn’t help but snap a quick photo as they giggled, covered their faces, and hid behind each other. I played along, pretending to take more pictures of them, and we all laughed together.

Markets are one of those places where you never really know what to expect—there’s always something new around every corner. From the variety of items for sale to the different faces behind each stall, it’s a whirlwind of surprises in every way. Sometimes, you’re greeted with a warm smile, and other times, you simply disappear into the crowd.

The big market in Vlorë is exactly that—big, bustling, and full of all sorts of treasures. Whatever you’re looking for, they’ve probably got it. And true to the spirit of Albania, you’re always welcomed with a smile.

One thing I noticed was an interesting contrast. In the markets, men and women worked side by side, creating a sense of balance and shared effort. Yet, during my walks, it was mostly men who were seen lounging in the sun, gathered in relaxed conversation or spending hours by the water, fishing with friends. This contrast sparked a reflection—how, after the workday ends, the scene shifts almost exclusively into male-centred spaces of leisure and relaxation.