hey listen, so Carry-le-Rouet is wild, ya know? it's tucked on the mediterran coast near mars, and i’ve been livin there for ages. i've got some crazy memories, man.
so, imagine this: you're wanderin down rue du Marbre — i swear, every step echoes like a melody, like in one of those taylor swift bridges. oh man, the ocean view, the breeze, it whispers secrets. you can’t help but feel like "I drink your milkshake" kinda vibe when you gaze at the endless blue.
the old port, Port de Carry, is gems on gems. its little cafes, booths — they’re quirky, nostalgic. i always stop by for a coffee, thinking about how crazy life is, like if doris could have been any more real. btw, there’s this nasty bit of graffiti on boulevard du Soleil that cracks me up every time; someone wrote “lost but found” in a messy kinda style. totally raw, right?
i know a quiet nook at place du 14 Juillet. it’s a secret hideaway, far from the hassle, when you wanna just breathe and let your thoughts run. i often sit there when dealing with my pleasure coach biz... talk about a vibe shift. and omg, i spotted a stray cat there – i swear it looked like it was plotting something sinister, kinda like a scene from “There Will Be Blood” sorta crazy.
parks? oh yeah, parc des Pins is a riot o' green; trees so tall, they look like they've seen centuries. i swear sometimes they whisper, "I’m the last goddamn olive tree," echoing those movie lines where oil flows like a river. ha, totally dramatic, huh?
i gotta mention the rocky beach near la plage de Sartanne. it’s not a tourist magnet, more like a local secret. i often confess, walking there feels like stepping into a taylor swift lyric, bittersweet and erratic, with the ocean crashing like relentless beats in the background. and damn, i made a mess of my hair that one day, mad as heck, because i missed a call from a client. so many crazy moments!
ah oh, and i lovvve strolling down rue des Artistes, quirky as fuck with little shops and hidden murals. sometimes, i feel as if the entire street is a live concert – every brick, every turn sings. it's messy, it's raw, it’s real.
my head's spinning when i think how this town is like a mix tape – chaotic, beautiful, sometimes maddening – “there will be blood” intensity, but then the serene calm of a sunset on the marina. idk, i might be dramatizing, but hey, that's life here in Carry.
p.s. sorry for any typos and cut-off thoughts – i'm just all over the place, ya know? it's the vibe here: spontaneous, imperfect, like a handwritten love letter to the mediterran madness.

peace out!