Rachel and I decided to escape hot, humid Firenze and explore and enjoy the beach town of Viarregio. After a long, rickety train ride we arrived at about 5:00PM. We then proceeded to drive from the train station down one main road that led to the beach. Eagerly, the sand beneath our feet, we made our way to the water. We had to go through a bar/restaurant in order to reach our destination. Thinking nothing of the group of onlookers in the restaurant whose chattering halted as we passed, we remained oblivious to their stares.When we reached the waters edge, Rachel and I decided to sit down on one of the many empty beach chairs and try our luck. Our attempts to remain inconspicuous were clearly a failure since before we had a chance to put our things down, a lifeguard was already approaching us with an apologetic look in his eyes. We were then informed that this was private domain. Naturally, we asked how and until where to proceed onward and were told that w
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walk until we passed all of the beach chairs. We walked for what seemed like eternity, passing the many beachgoers who were enjoying the space. Finally, we arrived at a scrap of land probably at best 50 feet in length. After walking for at least a half an hour to arrive at a stretch of beach that was roughly equivalent to twice the width of my bedroom, you can imagine our surprise. Many beachgoers were cramped, sharing this tiny space while the miles of beach we had just passed had space not to mention chairs for which the word ample was an understatement.
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walk until we passed all of the beach chairs. We walked for what seemed like eternity, passing the many beachgoers who were enjoying the space. Finally, we arrived at a scrap of land probably at best 50 feet in length. After walking for at least a half an hour to arrive at a stretch of beach that was roughly equivalent to twice the width of my bedroom, you can imagine our surprise. Many beachgoers were cramped, sharing this tiny space while the miles of beach we had just passed had space not to mention chairs for which the word ample was an understatement. 
Realizing the reality of our situation, Rachel and I sat down on the beach with the other people and made the best of it. I took a walk down the boardwalk which was filled with fisherman and old couples sunbathing and enjoying the view. The water felt amazing and we spent a few hours just relaxing on the public beach. When pangs of hunger set in, we set out in search of a restaurant. We found a scrumptious fish restaurant and topped it off with a gelato- in my and Rachel’s opinion, the best gelato we have tasted. 
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