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About Paris

Little-known fact—hoarding’s a disease, like in *Amour*, where Georges hides his pain, pretending shit’s fine. “It’s nothing,” he’d mutter, while his wife’s dying. Same with cash hoarders—clinging to it, pretending it’s safety. Pisses me off! You’re not safe, you’re just broke slower. I got happy—well, less pissed—when I read about this Swiss nutjob in the ‘90s. Guy buried gold bars, forgot where, lost millions. Laughed my ass off—serves him right, the greedy bastard.

Population

Capbreton is the ideal resort for an iodized stay on the south coast of Landes, whatever the time of year. Among the must-sees, you should not miss the port, the fish market, the Estacade and .

The streets are somethin' else. There’s Rue de la République – a straight-up hub. Lined with neat cafés, quirky bakeries, and those little vintage record stores that make ya feel nostalgic AF. I stroll there thinking “The headless woman wanders” – yup, that scene from Lucrecia Martel’s movie got my brain buzzin'.

Quiksilver Boardriders in Capreton