They leave the hammocks on that concrete road that ends abruptly, broken and bitten by the sea. Other bathers find a stone shelf where they deposit the towel and bag or backpack. They zambulen in the disaster. And yet, they still have a hobby to a lost beach (screws and not a shred of sand) that does offer something good: here there is no massification. Only the very devoted of this stretch of Blay Beach, in the Dénia Marines, continue to go to …
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They leave the hammocks on that concrete road that ends abruptly, broken and bitten by the sea. Other bathers find a stone shelf where they deposit the towel and bag or backpack. They zambulen in the disaster. And yet, they still have a hobby to a lost beach (screws and not a shred of sand) that does offer something good: here there is no massification. Only the very devoted of this stretch of Blay Beach, in the Dénia Marines, continue to go to …