I dream of my Philippe Briand Pierini Navi named Celia Sanchez that I would moor in Cassis I think. Regardless that I'm afraid of water. I would go at sea, park and pitch my hammock, maybe rescue some migrants (bravo Aquarius, the angels of the Mediterranean by the way. God bless you.).
I say, stop sending space junk that shoots photon beams and lasers, and disrupts weather patterns for one. Ban the production of plastics and start subsidizing the recuperation of all existing plastic and its transformation. I was on the beach in Emerald Bay, Exuma a few years back and looked through my beach chair at the sand and marveled at the multitude of colours until I realized they were small, eroded particles of plastic. It's insane. Then you have the whirlpool in the Pacific of plastic the size of several countries (at least, nature has gathered it where something can be done). Nothing is stronger than bamboo and so much can be done with the shells of coconuts. It's a massive lack of creativity to just dump waste like humans are incontinent.
PS: also use mounds of Bicarbonate sodium to stop wildfires already.