I wonder how many people stand on the promenade at Mouille Point gazing at cargo ships, wondering, "What on earth could be in all those containers?"

Kerry-Anne said it reminded her of this nursery rhyme:

I saw a ship a-sailing,
A-sailing on the sea;
And, oh! it was all laden
With pretty things for thee!

There were comfits in the cabin
And apples in the hold;
The sails were made of silk,
And the masts were made of gold.

Apart from the silken sails and golden mast, of course. :)