Capritour Beach occupies a shallow cove notched into the coastline west of Boulimat, a crescent of sand no more than three hundred meters end to end. A modest cluster of beach bungalows and a seasonal snack bar comprise the "resort" aspect—simple whitewashed structures with blue shutters, a volleyball net strung between palms, plastic chairs arranged to face the water. It's not luxury; it's functionality with a pulse.
“Capritour combines just enough infrastructure to be comfortable with just enough obscurity to feel like a discovery you made yourself.”
Credit: UnsplashA boat sitting on top of a sandy beach
The sand here is fine and tawny, warm underfoot by midmorning, and the water stays shallow far out, making it ideal for families whose youngest are still working up the courage to swim. By late afternoon, the beach empties except for a few lingering groups, and the real show begins: the sun descends behind the western headland, setting the bay on fire—orange, then salmon, then a bruised violet that lingers long after the disk has dropped. Locals bring guitars, someone lights a driftwood fire, and the evening settles into easy conversation and shared bottles of Flag beer.
You won't find Capritour in glossy brochures, and that's precisely its appeal. It's the beach equivalent of a well-kept secret among friends—welcoming, unpretentious, and content to let each day end the same uncomplicated way.
