I have written here already that all seaside cities have some similarities in their characters. Always you can feel in them some sort of appealing roughness, maybe sinfulness, spontaneity, which matches the cries of gulls.
Tallinn (except for the cries of gulls) is an exception from this rule. I like this city but for many other reasons. But when it comes to the sea, Tallinn seems to turn its back to it. There is a small yacht haven, a few ferry terminals with queues of lorries and cars. On the deteriorating bank there is a music hall from soviet era, and an old prison-fortress which is closed for visitors. But the wind blows fresh air from the sea. And gulls cry.
(with my parents, September 2017)