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Lettres d'Uzès #38: Marseille - le vrai atelier du Midi

28/7/2013

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Marseille is tout feu, tout flamme about its independence, internationalism and sense of identity; its architecture, art and artisans; its radical past and its cultural present, its freedom-loving life and life-style.

After our first visit this week, so are we.

Marseille is the oldest city in France. It’s the second city of France. And it’s the home of pastis and bouillabaisse. It elected the first socialist maire in France in 1890. It was a refuge for Jews and a centre of resistance against the Nazis in the war. 

Oh, and it is also, in 2013, the European capital of culture.

It is, in fact, a méli-mélo of stereotypes. So Jill and I thought we’d check it out, using as our excuse and opportunity, the exhibition at the Musée des Beaux Arts, part of the Grand Atelier du Midi show, which focuses on works of artists from Van Gogh to Bonnard.

We took the TGV from Avignon, paused briefly in Aix-en-Provence, and arrived in Marseille in plenty of time for our pre-booked slot at the gallery. So much time, in fact, that we had checked in to our hotel, drank a half bottle of chilled rosé, eaten a small plate of charcuterie and courgettes, walked to the Palais Longchamps and enjoyed (most of) the paintings, even before our allocated time was scheduled to begin.

For the record, loved the Van Goghs, the Renoirs (always associated him exclusively with Paris), the Duffys, the Picasso, the Matisses, the Bacon, and some of the Bonnards;  loathed the Manguins, the Marquets and the Massons;  quite enjoyed the Paul Signac.

So by half three in the afternoon, we were free to explore Marseille. And we made a startling discovery: le vrai Grand Atelier du Midi is not the gallery and its contents, but the city of Marseille itself.
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Picture credit: Foster + Partners
Like everyone, we headed first to the Vieux Port by jumping on a tram which took us silently and smoothly down the boulevard to the sea, where we were greeted by l’Ombrière, Norman Foster’s wonderfully simple, stylish and sleek sun shade. 

It’s both use and ornament (as my grandmother used to say): a shady events pavilion, a beautiful structure, and a place for reflection - literally and figuratively. 

Two views are better than one. 

But there was another view which was already haunting us and it is ubiquitous wherever one walks. It is Notre dame de la Garde, which looks down on the city, and is regarded as a guardian and protector of the city. It's known by the Marseillaise as la bonne mère for this reason.

We took the advice of the guide-book and, rather than attempt the walk, squeezed ourselves aboard a tourist train, which took us along the Corniche (longest in the world apparently), gave us half an hour to admire the neo-Byzantine basilica and crypt, and delivered us back to the plethora of restaurants and bars which line the Vieux Port.
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La Bonne Mère: guardian and protector
But we weren't quite ready for a drink yet. We wanted to plan the next day, ensuring that we could make the most of our visit.

So we walked through Le Panier, the oldest part, where The French Connection was filmed, where the Jews hid, where the communists and resistance were based, and where the Nazis - together with a huge contingent of French police from Paris - evacuated 30,000 people, sent 2000 of them to concentration camps and dynamited 1500 houses. All in a single day in January 1943.
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Picture credit: Wolfgang Vennemann for the German Federal Archive
We returned the following morning, walking through the tiny streets which remain, finding the poignant tributes to those who had died or disappeared, mourning the way in which this area is becoming embourgeoisified. There is even a brand new InterContinental Hotel here now. But enough remains to remind us of the feisty, Bohemian, freedom-loving community which had to be destroyed by the Nazis and the Vichy government.

At the far side of Le Panier is the Fort St Jean. This, and the Fort St Nicolas, were built by French kings not so much to protect the city as to dominate it and ensure that its people knew their place.

Today, the Fort St Jean is linked by an elegant walkway across the sea to a wonderful new structure, designed and built as part of the Capital of Culture celebrations.

This is the Museum of Civilisations in Europe and the Mediterranean, or MuCEM, and it is beautiful. It links the land with the sea and it links France with North Africa. It captures the essence of Marseille: its trading, its Phoenician origins, its role as an entry point and a conduit for other cultures.
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MuCEM, the fort, and (in the background) the Cathedral Le Mayor which we also visited that morning.
It is a beautifully designed atelier of Marseille's history, heritage, myth and contemporary life.

But the grand atelier is not MuCEM. Nor is it the Musée at Palais Longchamps. 

It is Marseille itself: the city and its people.
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* You wouldn't expect me to write about a city without a reference to food. So:
Where to eat: La Part des Anges, a bar à vin on rue Sainte, with 300 different wines and no wine list. Tell the waiters what you like and what you are going to eat, and they will bring you a glass of something wondrous - or maybe two or three or more. Brilliant place. Love it. 
Where not to eat: Pretty much anywhere in the tourist bit of the Vieux Port, but especially not at La Cuisine au Beurre.

Today's listening: Coupo Santo, the national anthem of Provence, which we heard sung at the end of a communal dinner in an adjoining village on Friday evening. A beautiful song, rendered tout feu, tout flamme, by many of those present.
11 Comments
MattS
28/7/2013 09:22:09

This is great. Not least because you emphasise the subject of these paintings rather than the paintings per se. They are, after all, merely representations of what really exists out there. And that, as you make clear, is the Midi and the life of the Midi. Never been to Marseille but will now. Thanks.

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Max
30/7/2013 01:07:45

Thanks. It's a great city. Well worth a visit or several! But you should see the paintings too ...

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Allan
28/7/2013 09:24:13

A picture is worth a thousand words. But I think I would rather have your thousand words. One of your most interesting and inspiring blogs. (Enjoyed the last one too, actually!)

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Max
30/7/2013 01:09:26

Much appreciated. Did go over my 500 word limit this time and could have written many many more.

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David Millar
28/7/2013 09:40:13

Shit! You're scrolling through the blog with a smile on your face - pretty picture, nice words, pretty picture, nice words. Then that old black and white photograph of the Nazi clearing of the panier. Makes the hairs on the back of the neck bristle. The contrast is extraordinary and scary.

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Max
30/7/2013 01:12:10

It's from a website called alliance francaise, which has a lot of stuff about the occupation of Marseille. I think this is one time when a pictures worth a thousand words!

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Alison
28/7/2013 11:20:50

The stereotype youdon't mention is crime and corruption. Up in the north of the city, North African gangs have taken over from the Franco-Italian mobsters of the 50s and 60s and war amongst themselves and tourists. You were right to arrive by train. A car with out-of-town plates doesn't last long anywhere in the city. I guess you stayed in a good hotel. There are places which even the police won't enter. The money for culture is great, but it is not going to make a huge difference to a city which has suffered from under-funding and deprivation for generations. What use is l'ombrière to kids living on vast concrete estates without any hope of a job?

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Max
30/7/2013 01:19:08

I didn't mention this side of the city which is well documented. Apart from some slightly dodgy practices in a restaurant, we didn't experience it. And we stayed in a budget (Ibis) hotel near the station. I can't argue with your point about the ombrière etc, nor would I wish to. But I do believe that money invested in culture and public building contributes to the well-being of all. A conversation to be continued ...

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CJ
28/7/2013 23:45:11

Not JJ Cale? Today of all days?

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Max
30/7/2013 01:22:09

There was much JJ Cale played the day before I wrote the blog. And there will be much played in the days to come. "There were days, there were days, and there were days between." Doesn't itpiss you off that so much was made of Clapton's covers in the obits?!

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CJ
31/7/2013 09:41:45

It does. But the fact remains that it was Clapton who brought him success on a huge scale, relying on people such as you and me to point out that it wasn't a bloody Clapton song at all.




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