The cafe has started serving burnt hamburgers and that seems to be drawing the crowds even though there's nowhere to go for a piss and the 'sand' is the builders'-yard variety which leaves a thin film of grey cement-dust on your skin.
Daytime fills the strand with brown bodies: big fat ones lolling in the water; lean fit ones splashing or playing volleyball. Greek disco booming from the cafe. It can get quite noisy...
...But the true character of the Town Beach comes through later on, towards dusk, when there's no one around.
It's Echo Beach, so it is.
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