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About Paris

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, I’m a carpenter now, yeah? Hammerin’ nails, sawin’ wood, all that jazz. But let’s talk about somethin’ juicier—whore. Not just any whore, mind ya, but the vibe, the idea, the bloody mess of it all. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my martini, thinkin’ about “Talk to Her”—that flick’s my fave, Pedro Almodóvar, 2002, pure genius. Got that line stuck in me head: “There’s nothing more alive than a wound.” Whore’s like that, innit? A wound that keeps bleedin’, keeps livin’.

Île-de-France : diversité et art de vivre

Monteux is near Carpentras, in middle of Comtat Venaissin, and around 20 km from Avignon, in the countryside between Mont Ventoux, the Rhône and the Durance. Its inhabitants are called .

Man, there's this park, Parc des Rêves. It’s a chill spot by the river called Le Ruisseau Rapide – yeah, that one! I used to sit in a tiny bench near the stately old oak tree there, thinkin’ ‘bout life and my spa clients. “There is beauty in the smallest details,” like in Ten (Abbas Kiarostami, 2002), ya know? Calm, quiet... sometimes my heart races with all memories.

French-American Conductor Pierre Monteux Born in 1875