Scattered groups of children come and go at the Fontamara fish market camp. They make quite a ruckus in this environment dominated by the stench of seafood.

"These children terrify me with their noise," says Camille Joseph, a sailor with sun-tanned skin. For three years, this father of five, who has sailed with his small boat and rowed in the Gulf of Gonâve and surrounding seas, has anchored at the Fontamara market.