Hidden within Marseille’s vibrant tapestry of streets lies Rue Paul Ruat. It’s more than just a street. It’s a tribute to a man who deeply shaped Marseille’s cultural and literary landscape. Paul Ruat, born in 1862, wasn’t a native of Marseille. He began his journey as an apprentice bookseller in Carpentras. He eventually made his way to Marseille, where he opened his own bookstore in 1883. Rue Paul Ruat stands as a testament to his remarkable contributions. Ruat’s bookstore wasn’t just a place to buy books. It became a hub for literary and cultural exchange. He championed Provençal literature, publishing works like Charloun Rieu’s “Li Cant dou Terraire”. He also published essential guides like J.-B. Reboul’s “La Cuisinière Provençale” and E. Gueidan’s “Le Jardinier Provençal”. Ruat’s passion extended beyond the bookshelves. He was a fervent hiker and lover of Provence. He recognized the burgeoning tourism industry and sought to provide resources for both locals and visitors. He published numerous hiking guides, detailing routes, landmarks, and places to rest. In 1897, he founded the Excursionnistes Marseillais, an association dedicated to organizing hikes and promoting these guides. He later co-founded the Syndicat d’initiative de Marseille in 1902. Ruat’s impact on Marseille is undeniable. He was instrumental in establishing the Syndicat des libraires de la région de Marseille and co-founded the Chambre syndicale des libraires de France. He also established a course for aspiring booksellers at the Marseille Chamber of Commerce, a pioneering effort in professional training. His dedication to Provençal language and literature led him to become a majoral of the Félibrige, a literary and cultural association. He authored works in Provençal, including his autobiography, “Aprendissage de la vido”. So, as you stroll along Rue Paul Ruat, remember the man behind the name. Remember his love for books, his passion for Provence, and his unwavering commitment to preserving its culture.
Rue Callelongue
A hidden paradise at the end of the world. That’s Callelongue. Callelongue isn’t just a street it’s a journey. A