The beach is a bustling hub of activity, with cars and traffic constantly whizzing by on the nearby road. It's a commercialized nightmare, with every inch of sand covered in rentable chaise longues and litter strewn about in the background. To top it off, I had the misfortune of dining at Buccelato Patrizia, where I was served a salad with rotten oranges and the staff refused to replace it. The bars lining the beach blast their own music, creating a cacophonous mess. And don't forget to bring your wallet, because everything from using the restroom to taking a shower requires payment. It's a little slice of horror in an otherwise picturesque location. The only redeeming quality? The water is crystal clear, but even that can't make up for the rest of the chaos.