An afternoon in somewhere

I'm in somewhere. It has a strange long French name. It's in south France and has sunshine, beach and tourists.

I'm sitting in a small pub drinking an ice coffee and reading a book. Nobody knows who I am. I'm just sitting here and let the time passing by.

I'm trying to thinking about something. Am I happy? What indeed I need for my life? But I can't find the answer. Maybe these are the most difficult questions in the world? The elder we get, the more difficult to answer?

I am still sitting here, in somewhere, with somebodies passing by, thinking about something. Mayba sometime I will find some answer...?