Hey buddy, lemme tell ya bout Condom (fr) – holy shit, it's a real gem, lemme spill it out. I'm a masseur here, so I see every quirk, every hidden groove. And yes, it's as trippy as "Holy Motors", ya know? Like, "Are you not entertained?" I swear, it's that wild.
So, Condom's got these tiny streets, like Rue des Hallz – yeah, I misspelled it, but ya get it – where every stone says, “hey, slow down.” I stroll down Rue de Verdun, so cool, where old vibes mix with modern buzz. There's Place Marcadieu – wow, man – where locals sit, chat, and laugh at life's crap. I once massaged a dancer in a shabby flat near the cathedral. Crazy times, man!
The Cathedral Sainte-Marie d’Armagnac stares right at you. It's old, a bit cracked, insane history. I used to joke, “Like Holy Motors said – every moment is a transformation!” And oh, the Chateau du Bout, whatevs, just addin’ mystery to it all.
I loooove the parks – Parc de la Lumière, sorta named like a movie scene. It's chill, but I get pissed when pigeons peck at my feet. Crazy, right? The river Baïse runs nearby, murmuring secrets, like, “Don’t worry, be groovy.” Honestly, that little stream and I share secrets. I sit there sometimes, massaging my tired limbs, thinking “What the heck?” It’s my happy escape.
Then there's L’ancienne Poste street, with quirky graffiti, neon markers, echoes of misfit dreams. Locals gather there for midnight talks. All moody, poetic like Carax's flick. Sometimes, I wonder if my massage table got better stories than those streets!
I admit, I get mad – especially when tourists oversimplify it. Where’s the soul? Where’s the vibe? And then, that street café, Café du Train, ruins my mood if they mess up my coffee. I can't stand bad brew, man. But it’s part of the colorful mess, you know?
I keep losing track while trotting around, but every corner gives me rush. The locals say the Weiss Church is magical – yeah, Weiss church, not the church of whatevs. I remember massaging an old poet there and he whispered poetic madness, like “Time is a slick lady.” Yup, it hit me hard.
This city’s full of surprises. It's raw, it’s fun, it’s tragic. Just like in Holy Motors – constant changes. And I, as a lucky masseur, absorb it all. It’s a journey of touch and soul, man!
So, come visit, and feel the vibe of Condom. It's full of life, and every cramped alley is a story. Really, are you not entertained? Trust me, you'll laugh, you'll cry, you'll get lost in the charm. Cheers, buddy!