Cala Rovira

After the hell that the main beach in Platja d'Aro can become at the height of summer (OK, we're exaggerating slightly: on 2km of beach that's more than 50m wide, you'll always find some habitable spot even in the middle of summer) finding Cala Rovira, by keep on heading along the Camí de Ronda coastal path once you've passed the rock of Cavall Bernat, can feel like a physical slap of beauty. You'll rarely find it empty but it's so pretty, so improbably white, green and blue, that not even some inopportune apartments that peek out between the pine trees, or the numerous families that head there, can mess up your first impression. If, despite the idyllic appearance of the landscape, you can't bear people playing beach tennis, La Rovira is also on the way to the entrance of a number of small coves – Sa Cova, El Pi, Els Canyers, Belladona - rocky and libertine where you can enjoy reading while sitting on a hot rock, like a bibliophile reptile.