Slipping through time, let’s journey back to 600 BC. Imagine Greek sailors, weary from their voyage, landing at Lacydon Creek. This bustling port, now Marseille’s Old Port, became their new home, Massalia. Centuries passed. Traverse Beaulieu, nestled within this historic city, witnessed the rise and fall of empires. Romans marched through, led by Julius Caesar. Barbarians plundered. The city fortified itself. Traverse Beaulieu saw it all. Yet, Marseille, and with it Traverse Beaulieu, persevered. Trade flourished, connecting the city to distant lands. The scent of Marseille soap, crafted since the Middle Ages, drifted through the streets around Traverse Beaulieu. King René of Anjou strengthened the city’s defenses. He left his mark, adding to the layers of history that Traverse Beaulieu silently observed. Then came the plague of 1720. A devastating blow, yet Marseille, and Traverse Beaulieu with it, recovered. The echoes of “La Marseillaise,” born from the city’s revolutionary spirit, resonated near Traverse Beaulieu. Even the devastation of World War II couldn’t extinguish the city’s vibrant energy. Traverse Beaulieu stands today, a quiet testament to Marseille’s enduring spirit. It whispers tales of resilience, a thread connecting the past to the present.
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