A few kilometers along the coast from Binz is less accessible resort of Sellin. There are no trains to Sellin, except for the little Rasunder Roland steam service, so getting there can be problematic unless you have a car. It has quite a different feel to it than Binz, with wide boulevards, and a small private cove, rather than a long sweeping beach. It also has on its sea front one of the most striking pieces of architecture in Germany, one that is known to many Germans, the Sellin Seebruecke.
I found Sellin more pleasant than Binz. It had wide boulevards and no chintzy sea front hotels, and a far superior seebruecke. I particularly liked the way the main boulevard that led tto the sea walked you up a slight hill, building the anticipation of glimpsing the sea. As a small child getting excited about catching a seeing for the first time the waves crashing onto a beach, the build-up would have been tense. As I crested the hill the sweet smells from the restaurants and the perfectly framed view of the seebruecke was excellent.
The difficulty of getting to Sellin, as compared to Binz, seemed to make it a magnet for the better off tourist. Binz appeared to act like a filter for riffraff like myself, although in winter the place seemed to attract a lot of Russian mafia look-a-likes. Sellin also seemed a lot quieter than Binz, which in the summer would probably be a bonus, but in the winter made it a near ghost town. I found the hopeful music from the restaurant speakers echoed forlornly down the empty streets.