Benidorm is like a happiness pill for those who know how to consume it: retirees who seek a little light and joy, a well-deserved rest; foreigners looking for a warm spot and a cold beer at a good price, the usual tapa, pincho, some croquettes. Benidorm is a parade of seekers who already know in advance what they are going to find. They are in his Kingdom. And there they sit on their thrones of stripes and colors, turning their backs on those who really protect them: those immortal figures called skyscrapers.