La Pelosa looks like a filter: white sand, a watchtower on a rock, and water so clear you see your feet at chest height. It’s real, and it’s fragile.
That’s why access is limited in summer: you book a slot, you bring a mat under your towel, and you leave nothing behind. It sounds strict. Once you’re in the water, it makes perfect sense.
“The rules are why it still looks like this.”
Arrive early, swim towards the tower, and spend the hottest hours somewhere else. Come back in the late afternoon, when the light turns the sea to glass.
