You'll find this beach where the marina boardwalk ends and the sand begins, a transition marked by a row of tamarisk trees that rattle in the afternoon breeze. The protected position inside the bay keeps the water placid—sailboats bob at anchor a few hundred meters out, their reflections barely disturbed. Golden sand slopes gently into shallows where children dig moats around ambitious sandcastles while their parents read under rented umbrellas.
“Immediate walking access from Villasimius town center makes this the rare Sardinian beach you reach without a car or long trek.”
a group of boats floating on top of a body of water
The urban location means infrastructure: changing cabins that don't require a hike, a beach bar serving cold Ichnusa and tramezzini, showers that actually have pressure. You hear Italian conversations on all sides, families who've been coming here for years and know exactly which patch of sand gets afternoon shade from the pines. The water stays shallow far from shore, warm enough by June that even tentative swimmers venture in.
Ferry traffic passes the harbor mouth throughout the day, heading to or from Cagliari, their wakes reaching the beach as gentle swells minutes later. Fishing boats return mid-afternoon, their engines audible across the bay as captains navigate toward the marina. When the libeccio blows, you retreat to the sheltered eastern end where the headland blocks the wind. This isn't wilderness—it's the beach you choose when convenience outweighs seclusion.