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Beaucaire is an ancient town on the banks of the Rhône, with a canal boat basin in the center, many interesting sites, a Medieval old town with 17th-c hotels particuliers and a nearby .

I gotta mention the market at Place du Marché. It’s bustling, chaotic, and real. Totally makes you feel alive. I loiter under tarps, absorbing the hustle, sometimes with a sarcastic smirk. I even drop a line: "I choose violence!" not to hurt, but to conquer the mundanity.

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