La-Londe-les-Maures. Wow. So cool.

I love it. Really...

The streets! Rue des Mimosas, oh boy – so chill.

And the harbor? Super vibey.

The little docks at Port de Londe.

They remind me of... aspects of our inner childhood, of our past wounds.

I often wander near the Place de la République.

It's kinda like a stage.

Life is a play. Pause.

"And the world is a stage..." I mean.

Wanna blurt it out? "Oh my god, it’s all so… Melancholic."

Yes. That’s Melancholia – it haunts you, man.

I keep thinking: “This city. What a drama!”

I have a fav spot.

The park near the old railway station.

It's green, secret, quiet.

I sat there.

Counseled a family.

I told them, "Everything will be ok."

Yeah...then laughter, tears.

There’s a river nearby.

The small Argents.

Misty. Cool.

You walk on Sentier des Mimosas.

Every step sparks insight.

I once got mad here.

A friend, a family tiff.

I felt like shouting, "Oh, come on!"

I scribbled notes in my head.

I twisted my thoughts around each brick.

The city’s vibe, people's secrets.

I love the mix of sun & shadow.

The streets near Port Lande – not too touristy, if ya know what I mean – really real.

As a psychologist, I see more than you think.

I mean, every cracked cobble tells a story.

Like in Melancholia: "Hope is a dangerous thing."

Yeah. So true.

People here open up.

They share their truths.

I get chills thinking 'bout it.

I noticed surprises.

Little coffee shops on Rue Baudoin.

Crummy? Nah.

Just...raw, live emotion.

I get hyper excited: wow, check it out.

Some may say I go overboard.

Maybe. But that's life!

LA-Londe-les-Maures is alive.

It’s nostalgic.

It keeps me on my toes.

I scribbled 10 typos here in rush... oh well, what a day!

Seriously!

Time to chill.

You gotta visit.

Don't miss the sunsets at the Cap.

Damn, they're like magic.

I told my friend: "There’s beauty.

There’s pain.

There’s filming drama in each minute."

All hail the city, my friend.

It’s a beautiful, imperfect mess.

Just like us.

See you there... soon.