Fresh from the oven.
“Four des Navettes” is the name of the city’s oldest bakery, located near the Abbey of St. Victor. The famed boat-shaped, orange-flavoured cookies for which it is named have been baked here since 1781. Aficionados enjoy dunking them in coffee before gobbling them up.
The TGV races from Paris to Marseille in just over three hours. Air France has long since abandoned scheduled flights.
All cleaned up.
For years, Marseille’s refuse collectors were allowed to call it quits as soon as they had emptied all the garbage cans in their district and brought the garbage to the dump. This literally led to garbage truck races – at the expense of thoroughness. Things have since changed for the better – marooned garbage bags are no longer a regular sight on the city streets.
Plenty to shout about.
“Be still, Marseille, you’re too loud. I can no longer hear the sails in the harbour,” sang Colette Renaud in a famous 1950s chanson. Complaints about the raucous conversational tone that the natives tend to employ continue to be valid today.
Let it be.
Only 25% of the metropolitan Marseille region is actually developed. There are beaches in the middle of the city. Some people even use the basin at the Museum of European and Mediterranean Civilizations as an impromptu beach. Technically that’s against the rules, but doesn’t that just bolster the city’s rebellious image?