Guys, where’s the sea?

Roaming around Lviv, you can see some evident signs suggesting that
the sea must be not far from there...

...shoals of dolphins
...or loaded ships,

...a sailer struggling through the waves

...or just being prepared to leave the harbour,

...strange fish,
...and even the Master of the Seas himself.

And when you suddenly find yourself in the street, the name of which blows upon you the smell of salt water and fish,

...and the city submits you a message provoking to weigh an anchor,

...and a mysterious vessel appears for a moment behind a windowpane,

you start asking yourself – so, where’s the sea?
Or, maybe, there?
Where? No answer… Guys, where’s the sea?