itting at the table, surrounded by archs and walls of stone soaked with history, around I can see seamen, thieves, wonderful women talking, drinking and singing together.

This is the way I imagine "Abusuan", right about one thousand years ago: a place of meeting for travellers, citizens, fishers, coming here to market, meet friends, talk and party. The true story may not be exaclty this way, as my imagination works on it. By the way, one thousand years ago, in this piece of old town that seats on the sea, there was a monastery.

Not much has remained of the ancient monastery, time and people changed it as you can see and imagine now. Man rules the past and the future.

Infact on the ruins of the monastery, the man, the artist created "Abusuan", place of meeting, culture, music.

You're invited.