20.02.2013 28 °C
A warm sapphire shore soothes the pebbles beneath, softly embracing them again and again, as if unable to say goodbye, whilst just up ahead, wooden fishing boats gently bob and sway, as if placed there only for decoration. As I take in my surroundings the subtle sound of sweeping waves whispers like background music to the scene, and I am struck, in awe of this truly idyllic place in which I have just arrived… Cadaqués.
Cosily nestled at the foot of a hair-raising collection of cliffs and hills, Cadaqués is an undeniable jewel of the Mediterranean. And the best part is, before moving to Catalonia, I had never heard of it, as it is untouched and unspoiled by the catastrophic mass tourism so often found along the Spanish coastline.
As I wander the overwhelmingly beautiful alleys, everything I lay my eyes upon seems unequalled in rustic charm and ends up a poor victim of my camera skills. Cute, white-washed houses dazzle in the sunlight, acting as huge canvases for resplendent, overhanging bougainvillea and vibrant, blue-green window shutters. Dainty cafeterias and quaint, hidden tavernas are buzzing with life, their customers tucking in to mouth watering plates of fresh sea food and luring abundances of tapas. I decide to take myself on something of a food tasting bar crawl, and am elated with the delicious results.
Later, as I head uphill through cobbled, winding streets to the centre of Cadaqués, I pass beckoning little shops selling all kinds of appealing trinkets. I try my very hardest not to give in to shopping temptations and am eventually lead to an adorable old church from which there are spectacular, flawless views of the town and coast. From certain points of the harbour below, this church can be seen rising above, a picture perfect landmark gracing the panorama of the town
Continuing on from said harbour, walks up to and along the steep headland lead to scenes of unrivalled beauty – breathtaking, almost bewitching vistas of an azure open sea along with the delightful discoveries of tempting, secluded and secret coves. It is no wonder that Salvador Dalí set up home in the vicinity – what place more charming, more inspirational could possibly exist for an artist?
I wish I too had a house here, where I could wake everyday and burst open the shutters onto a radiant morning. I could look out onto a dreamy street below, onto striking flowers, onto small boutiques or onto a bakery filled with delicate treats. I could listen to the sounds of a true sea-side town, fishermen old and young chattering in their boats and the never ending song of a bright blue bay. Stunning, gorgeous, unforgettable. I long that Cadaqués should never change and will stay like this forever.