[Exhib] Flashing at the Panier in Marseille

We spent the Thursday of the Ascension in Marseille. This is the second time we've been there since the beginning of the year… it is exceptional and that is probably why the walk was partly done in the rain ! Follow us for flashing at Le Panier in Marseille, the oldest district of the Phocaean city !

Marseille is the second city of France and is 1h30 drive from the house. We are from the neighboring department of Var. It can go several years without a foothold. We find the city dirty, messy and the beauty of some places is often tainted by the ugliness of another in the immediate vicinity. I say this every time I write about the Phocaean city (read the articles), but it's a visual oxymoron. I can't find another term for this city.

We park at the parking lot of the Republic and take the passage of Lorette to access the district of Panier. MrSirban remembers visiting it in his youth and for my part, I saw it very partially in 2014 with a lover from Picardy for a week (read the article). By showing off my breasts, I face the rue de la République and two ladies are watching at this moment. Oops ! Some boobs ! Smile, you are grilled !

The place is both picturesque and gloomy. We probably wouldn't have dared to go there in the middle of the night. It needs a hell of a refreshment, but there is potential : The covered passage inspires naughty desires and it seems that it is anchored in stone, because the crossing of Loreto was famous for its street prostitution and brothels in the nineteenth century. We climb the few steps and arrive directly in the Panier district. Showing off my buttocks on the stairs, there's a lady behind us who is so focused on her discussion on the phone that she doesn't even notice the exhibit. !

We stroll through the maze of alleys and calades until we find ourselves on the Place Père Pierre Saisse, when a first downpour falls. Oh fan of chichourle ! Flute ! drat ! When we left, the weather was fine and the sky was not threatening. I am barefoot with 12cm compensated sandals, who negotiate badly on wet ground. I don't stop doing l’autoplanning on the cobblestones. And in the neighborhood, stores sell soaps and other provencou-bullshit, but not the shadow of an umbrella… as if it never rained in the South ! I'm happy to take a shower and the little bag doesn't house much.

MrSirban proposes that we go to shelter in the building facing us. I'm a little ashamed to admit it, because it seems very well known but we do not know what it is. Looks like a museum. Google is our friend… This is the Old Charity, an old hospice opened in the seventeenth century to accommodate poor and beggars. It is superb. I would have visited the Museum of African Arts, Pacific and Amerindian, as well as the exhibition on American Surrealism, but my Beloved does not want the cultural visit to turn into a cultural visit ! How we never oblige ourselves, we went around the hospice while the wave was less strong.

The neighborhood is renowned for its picturesque heritage enhanced by the street-art. If some are really nice and very successful, others are more like simple graffiti. We embellished the discovery of some flashing. It is very crowded despite the rain. The series More Beautiful Life takes place in these alleys, but not looking at her, I will be unable to tell you if we have passed in front of corners known to televores !

We strolled around according to our curiosity ; turning right, Left, being guided by the originality of a tag, the charm of an alley, beauty from a point of view… Our steps led us to the ascent of Les Accoules. We did not resist a small flashing despite a group of people doing a hunt for “treasures of the Basket” and a camera facing me !

The descent led us to the Old Port where we landed for a drink. A new downpour then fell at this time, the last fortunately ! We continued the walk to Paradis Street, where I wanted to use my “good gift” won thanks to sexchallenges 2021 (you can follow the evolution of the naughty challenges 2022 Right here). My Man gave me a beautiful pair of 12cm pumps, black varnish, with a rhinestone skull at the stiletto heels. I had spotted them on the Internet.. as well as the Marseille shop !

The weather is sunny again, we went to have cocktails and a board of cold cuts and cheeses on a Marseille rooftop offering a breathtaking view of the multi-millennial city. We then migrated to R2, an open-air rooftop nightclub. We spent a magical and complicit day despite the waves, it feels good this kind of outing !