The flea market of northern Marseille

It’ll be years that I live in cliches A4 Reuters ready to send for TF1. That’s why I laughed when the flea market of northern Marseille, I saw gathered in the same premises, a woman association, a mosque and a Kabyle cultural association. In bondynois love funny situations and good counter pun, I already imagined a Muslim stake to return prayer, stuck in the corridors between a girl alluring outfit and a Berber ready to talk about his two hours non- Arabism, or worse if one wants to fall in the holeshots; a Berber being chewed sausage …

The flea market of Marseille is also the price to rock! Brother bondynois our quest for the Holy Grail has finally completed: pizzas and couscous full 5 euros, kebabs less than 3. These people of northern neighborhoods have had the idea of the century: an associative restaurant. Besides the cook immediately recognized my leg, “Bondy? I know of course! Bondy north and all ca. You have quite a mouthful you say so! “Everything is selling in this market worthy of the Arabian Nights, to spices dépaysent you. This is Agrabah, the city of Aladdin. While the blue dream I did the next morning to the bathroom, probably because of all the food tasted by passing barge without washing. But no matter, gastrointestinal is traveler’s disease than the adventurer ready to fill the puck under the hopeful look riveted on my purse, the dried fruit merchant; the hope, of course, disappointed with me, I never buy anything.

I did the slipper behind a good time in this souk, impressed with a market where you can buy a plasma TV next to a leg of lamb. People are so friendly air when their mouth comes this sweet music is our beloved language of Molière; mixed with the emphasis of corn and that of Ugolino, the rat who wanted to raze the hunchback and daughter. The architecture of the shops and stalls are inspired brick a pitcher that grocery nome “maghrebie”. Marseille is the bridge between two shores, two cultures! Can these people, landed an ancient trireme evening (Greek ship), the Phocée distant Anatolia to found the beautiful Massalia have ever imagined that this city would give this magnificent Olympian what Zizou? Yes, I know; it sucks a historian; ca and useless without the Capes. Ok, I’ll go a little tease the woman association … “Why’s your name Idir! You are Kabyle! Just as I speak to you of our association. ” Captured and voila! This is what it costs to pay tribute to Matoub whose portrait hangs at the entrance associative local market. An hour spent with Massinissa and of Algerian independence hero before a smoke ball Ninja balanced by my expert verve bondynois not deliver me terrible Berberists. I pass the entrance to the mosque, I open the door and after I enter the premises of the association of women past and present. To be continued…