Marseille ..the pastis and the sea .. Soccer team and Ho good mother .. good I grant it is a bit of that as a cliche.
But ... more .. and especially better A murmur of dry songs that fills and echoes in the heat of summer when the cicadas remind us of the happiness of living on the light days of the summer months.
The cry of the seagulls flying above the sharp, when the sun is shining the great blue and sounding the return of the fishermen the smell of aromatic plants that titillate our gourmet papillae, and the floral scents that have made the renown of a mythical blond number a landscape made of red earth, stones dry of azureen sky where can scold a storm that gray .. from green hills to arid soils.
Refreshing springs on rocky cuts the beneficial shade of age-old plane trees, the dirt roads bordered by olive trees, naps perfumed with the smell of fig-trees ....
A wind of legend that stirs the pines .. enjoys their colors .. the red sky .. bursts the white clouds and raises the sea in ocean waves .. A vibrant, warm and colorful accent in expressions .. a "mistralienne" culture .. "daudeiste" pagnolesque with green academic palms .. a richness of terroir .. it is our country ..
Chauvin .. can be?! .. but good knows we never contagion .. is possible .. go ..zou come to drip to our region, anyway we are waiting for you at the Rocca veira to convert you to the sweetness of life .. in Provence.