Home, sweet home.

This is where our friend the sailor man, lives.  Permanently. 

Only he is not there now as he is helping out with the restoration of the Bahia cafe down on the river front. He seems to spend quite a lot of time there when it's open, so I suppose he feels it only fair that he should help out when it's closed. On high days and holidays he will sail his boat downstream and moor up by the Bahia so that after a hard day's drinking he doesn't have so far to go home. 

Makes sense, doesn't it?