Where are the echoes?

My first impression of Sella is that of a quiet village silently blended amidst the almond terraces in the foothills of the Aitana mountains of Valencia; just a twenty-minute drive from the holiday madness of Benidorm. As I pay the taxi-man my eyes take in the round peaks, ridges and sheer limestone cliffs that surround …

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