Breakin' the law, breakin' the law

We went to the beach on Saturday as Firenze is as hot as Mr. Heatmiser's lair. It's an illegal beach so from the main road, you have to sneak through a broken fence and hop down some dirt and rock-covered trails. The owner of the highest castle on the hill owns this beach. However, he himself doesn't bust the beachgoers. Tommy said he's seen this beach busted by the polizia (police) twice in his lifetime. If they bust the beach they ask for your documents and you have to pay a small fine.

Swimming here is incredible as the water is crisp and clean and from the sea when you look back at the beach there are various castles and castle ruins dotting the landscape. In the course of the day I slept and swam, slept and swam, and slept and swam again. When you hear a bell ring, the gelato guy is making his way down the hill with his cooler of refreshment. The first time you hear the bell, the whole beach cheers. The boys are bronzed and most fine. We weren't busted. We'll return in September.