The beach runs parallel to Melbou's waterfront in a generous sweep of golden-brown sand, wide enough to absorb the weekend influx of families from Béjaïa and beyond. You spread your towel among clusters of umbrellas and pop-up tents, each claimed by multigenerational groups who've staked their territory with coolers, folding chairs, and inflatable toys. The sand is warm and slightly coarse, scattered with shell fragments and the occasional tangle of dried seaweed deposited by the tide.
“Melbou Beach is where Béjaïa's eastern corridor comes to play—a democratic, exuberant gathering place that pulses with local life.”
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Fishing boats painted in cheerful blues and reds dot the shoreline, hauled up beyond the high-water mark, their nets spread for mending. The water is cloudy near shore—a greenish-gray stirred by waves and foot traffic—but it deepens to a richer blue-green farther out. Children shriek in the shallows while their parents watch from the shade, and vendors wade through the crowds selling peanuts, cold drinks, and plastic buckets for sandcastle building. The air smells of salt, sunscreen, and charcoal smoke from improvised grills.
As the afternoon stretches on, the beach takes on a languid rhythm: teenagers play volleyball, older men debate under umbrellas, and the tide creeps higher, narrowing the strip of dry sand. When the sun begins its descent, the western sky flares orange and pink, silhouetting the mountains inland. Families pack up reluctantly, brushing sand from towels, while the first evening lights blink on along the seafront and the beach empties slowly, surrendering to the gulls.
