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The ground floor contains a garage, a laundry and an apartment with three bedrooms, a bathroom, a kitchen, a living-dining room and terrace. Garden.
The first floor is an apartment of 155 m2 with three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a living-dining room, a kitchen and a terrace.
The top floor apartment of 155 m2 consists of two double bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen, a spacious living-dining room and a terrace.
Garden. Lift. Central heating. A/C. Furnished
Costa Brava, wild coast of scenic rock bays, also called calas, is a temptation of clear water and white mansions near the sea. Especially throughout the low season, the bays are refuges of calm and dreamlike silence.
Parafrugell has a repetutation of cinsting of some of the Costa Brava‘s most beautiful bays. The three enchanted former fishing villages Calella de Palafrugell, Llafranc and Tamariu, picturesque cliffs and sandy beaches galore, make their living by attracting tourists.
Nevertheless all three of them have managed to retain most of their disarmingly lovely oldfashioned character probably due to the way there being long and winding.
Calella de Palafrugell
Calella extends over several sandy bays, fringed by an esplanade. It is Palafrugell’s biggest village. Small restaurants, white facades and blossoming bougainvillea conjure an air of sun and South. The Palafrugell bourgeoisie came to the former fishing village Calella relatively early, slowly but surely turning the small village into a place that soon became very popular with the tourists. Just as in times now long gone by, the old but impressive mansions near Portbó beach are a sign of money and luxury. But even the simpler, less ornate houses in the narrow alleys have been given a polish. Colourful boats lie ashore or bob up and down lazily with the tides’ constant sway. The restaurants near the shore are busy with the hum of a business well run. There is a faint yet alluring scent of grilled anchovies. Ever since 1967, the Hanavares‘ festival has been taking place in Calella on the first Saturday in July. It is usually attracting more than ten thousand visitors each year. The Habaneras are, strictly spoken, a Cuban tradition and were brought to Spain by immigrants. Therefore, the texts are almost without fail about ships and sailors and seasecrets, about love lost and found and longings that remained perpetually unfulfilled. They are mellow songs full of melancholy and they have travelled a long way from the Caribbean to Catalonia. The mixture of creolic melodies and sad folksong is usually accompanied by guitar or accordion and has been passed down from one generation to the next.
We take a stroll along the beach esplanade, towards Llafranc, passing the steep cliff’s rocks. Impressively, the luscious green roof of an ancient pine tree arches above our heads. Agaves in the rocks high above the sea, thistles and succulents scattered throughout, the landscape is dotted with flaming colours. Gulls roam the skies. Rocks, plant, blue sea. The sky an even deeper blue. To our right, beautiful old mansions come into sight time and time again, surrounded by well-kept gardens. They all have one thing in common: dreamlike, far-off views onto the endless sea.
The thoroughly enchanting walk takes about 20 minutes. A long time ago, this was also the path to take in order to get to the bays when a ship had sunken. There were places nearby, ideally suited for keeping an eye on the horizon, to make sure pirate attacks were prevented. After the Spanish Civil War, it was on this way that smuggled goods were transported into the country.
Llafranc has one beach only. Here, pubs, cafés and shops invite the visitor to stay and stroll along the street. Of course, Llafranc also offers ample scope for living near the sea. Dalí reportedly loved the Llafranc Hotel, a fact proven by the drawings on display in the hotel’s lounge. The town’s principle source of income used to be fishery, coral fishery and farming. Today, it is mostly small boats used for leisure that can be seen anchored in Llafranc’s harbour.
El Far de Sant Sebastiá
Leaving Llafranc, we continue towards Tamariu, up to the lighthouse of Far de Sant Sebastiá. Built in 1857, it is the brightest tower of the Spanish Mediterranean coast even today. The coast of Sant Sebastiá also features the baroque pilgrims’ chapel called Ermita de Sant Sebastiá. It dates back to the 18th century. Nearby, there is the “El Far” hotel and restaurant, equipped with a patio offering stunning, breathtakingly beautiful views onto the sea and its many shades of blue. Onto pine-afringed bays and caves. A long time ago, the hotel itself was a watchtower and lighthouse, a hermit’s refuge in the 15th century. In 1999, the entire object was renovated and turned into a beautiful small hotel. We enjoy a big lunch for 20 Euro, water, wine and coffee inclusive, high above the sea. Then, we leave for Tamariu.
Tamariú, named for its tamarind tress and pines, is the smallest of the three fishing villages. Located south off Begur, the town consists of just about 90 inhabitants. Tamarui lies huddled against a rocky bay, surrounded by thick pine forests. Fishing nets and buoys lean against white houses. The first tourists have arrived already and can be seen sunbathing on the small patch of sandy beach. The sea is colourful with the small dots that are really fishing boats.
Of course, this little town is well known already, and visitors arrive in herds, especially on the weekends. Off peak, however, Tamaríu is a dream come true for the incurably romantic yearning for peaceful and silent. We recommend trips on the water to the caves Cuevas d’en Gispert and de El Bisbe. It also is a lovely place for scuba diving. At the village’s outskirts, a couple of frogmen waddle along the rocks and then disappear head first in the water. We manage to get hold of a free seat in one of the cafés near the beach and watch the vibrant buzz of activity at the beach.