Tale toxic Tour #2 (from Freygières to Fabregoules)

On February 12th, we met in Septèmes for the second exploration trip in search of the lost source of the Caravelle/Aygalades Creek and the history of the industrial hills…

We begin our walk by meeting Mr Magro, elected from Septêmes and living in the District of old Caillols where we find ourselves. It reminds us of the stakes of Caravelle: not to consider the watercourse as a storm network and genuinely manage it as a coastal river, to end the industrial discharges that upset the ecology, restore the rypisilve, regain a flow water adapted to the life of a Mediterranean River. For this a few tools: PLUI (for urban planning), the PPRI (for floods and therefore hydrography), the Bay contract (for knowledge) and also the change in water skills (Gemapi) that should compel the public authorities to interested in the River (for management).

And our mobilization…

So Avanti!

But before going to occupy the top of the star to broadcast our messages on television:), we decide to spend at Eric understand how the goats participate in the management of these hills.

Eric took over the activity of goat farm in 2014, transmitted by Guy, who still lives there in the Maisonette. It’s a nice story because Eric, a resident of the Aygalades who discovered his vocation as a cheese maker and then Chevrier, really lived this adventure (from a professional reconversion) as a meeting (with guy and goats) and as a find with the walks he was doing precisely in those little hills with his parents














Today with the help of the commune he modernized the chèvrerie, while living with the memories and know-how of guy who lives on the site and sculpts in the places (look for the OWL…).


Eric explains the AOC recently acquired by the Rove Bush and also with Yves who takes care of the communal Volunteer Committee of fires and forests, the place of goats in the management of fire risk.

This year for the first time you can as a resident ask to welcome some of his goats to brush up your land!


The chèvrerie is located in a former limestone quarry with a few vestiges.


We join the forest, direction Lafarge…

The establishment of Lafarge (factory of the Malle) consists of both a quarry and a cement plant, installed since 1958. it is in this valley of Fabregoules that the springs converge to become the source of the Brook Caravell
e/Aygalades. we’ll try to find the water, but enjoy on the way the remnants of old water management systems, and a spectacular panorama…


And here is the Lake, the spring, the basin,… The
water… at last… The retention of water exerted by the quarry excavation is not entirely responsible for the lack of flow of the Brook (there are also the waters possibly captured by the Gallery of the sea, and also the disturbances of the watershed by the urbanization, and also rainfall…) but it is still a crucial factor on which one must be able to Act (invite Larfarge to put water in the bed from a consultation on the ecological needs of the Brook).


Convinced of our “mission” we finish to explore the water circuits and convince us of his close return, using our new handheld technologies…

The ride ends in Adventure mode, we no longer leave the bed of the Brook…

And to finish in color, a meeting with this little mushroom that accompanied us throughout this aqueous and forest exploration: the Scarlet pezize… It is one of the saprophytic organisms, which can live in air, water or soil without directly relying on a living being. Very fl
ashy, and stoking curiosity, living in the detour of this strange story of Brook of which sometimes one doubts the existence, of these landscapes that one suspects sometimes to be more dead than alive, it appeared as a good mascot for a toxic to
ur! Enjoy…

Next toxic tour exploration on Thursday, April 4, with also the collective observation of a first release of water in the Brook concerted with Lafarge.

Let's stay tuned! #4 story

A new episode of one of our ongoing explorations, which will give rise to a first public stroll on March 24th…

There are days when everything looks ordinary, and yet the extra-ordinary invites itself to the corner of the street. 

On January 10, 2019 was a day like this for a big bunch of neighbors who would live a little adventure, a kind of quiet slide out of our habits, going up from the stream of Aygalades to ForestA. The corner of the street that day is the 151 of the Avenue de
s aygalades. as usual it works in this small area of activity named Marseille industries, installed between Bing (red sludge) and Brook. Before, a long time ago, there was a large rural property with 3 farms, vineyards, a Bastide and pig lodges. The last owner Balthazar Rouvière sold in 1870 to the PLM (Paris Lyon Méditerranée) of Talabot to build the Gare de Saint-Louis Les Aygalades. The railwaymen adventure we will talk about later starts there. A little later in the century an oil mill (a company of refined oils of the MIDI) will be installed and then in the 1920s a purification plant and a gelatine factory that works until the war. It is the family owner, the Ramonnaxto, of this gelatine plant, which after a lot of time in waster will gradually transform in the warehouse area and then in the area of activity these plots. Today there 75 companies that are installed there, a bit of everything (freight, technical equipment wholesalers, computer scientists…).  
But all this little world that turns pretty well is not accustomed to seeing an increasingly important group gather next to what was the keeper's House, in front of a mysterious and discreet small post. B
ut where are the trees in all this? For it is always on the trail of the trees that we meet there…


The flip to another world that is still there will take a few minutes, time to get acquainted with Jeannot, former railwayman, but also pastry chef, who in the middle of this mini business area seems as unlikely as the White Rabbit in Alice in Wonderland (except that Jeannot at all seems to find that he is late…).

Walkers are particularly numerous, and once again (OWL), we are full not to know us, not to come from the same neighborhood, the same "tribe", so encounters in prospects…

Flip through the small door, we move on the other side…


On the other side the plants are the Queens and each bears its history.


On the other side the little olive tree was planted there for Martha, because her mother was called Emilie Olivier, and that it was a nice way that she bears the name of her father and grows with the name of her mother. 
Beneath him is a bottle full of vows that will one day be dug up by the damsel, but hush, it's still a secret… On the other side everything seems a little magical, there are even faceted balls and ladies with long fur coats that carry baguettes of bread and cause with boys in Backpack…


On the other side, we learn that there are round leaves and elongated leaves on the olive tree, and that it is important to help them grow when you size them…


On the other side everything seems a little magical, there are even faceted balls and ladies with long fur coats that carry baguettes of bread and cause with boys in Backpack…


On the other side there are humans who seem to organize around the trees rather than the reverse…


On the other side it is a bazaar, a complex world of plant, animal and human uses that reassure us: we are alive!…

We continue in the plant maze of the railwaymen gardens. But where does this apparition come from? Appearance or on the contrary relic, mirage of a real living but evolving in a parallel temporality? Let's
listen to the clocks…


1855, the PLM rail line ends at this level. The axis of the train and the stream intersect, and is below the tax line of the grant, prompting the installation of industries that try to avoid tax burdens. On the slopes of the railroad to the Brook, the embankments lend themselves to the cultivation of radishes and the working culture… Jeannot tells us that it would be the Earl of Mirabeau who would have sold for the symbolic ECU the land destined for the workers for gardening. A condition to this sale tells us: that the Béal (these derivations that we built along which brook to capture the driving force of the water) is maintained for life by the gardeners… Toda
y it is no longer with the water of the Brook too polluted that the gardens are watered. What if one day it could be again? tight-fisted?

We arrive in Anne's garden. It is not cheminote, it testifies to the renewal that gradually diversifies the stories and practices. She develops her garden in Permaculture, and especially opens it to learning by proposing a school of gardening with a complete cycle of putting into practice around urban gardening.

Contact and info from Anna: apmarsdegun@yahoo.fr

Again the scenery is enchanting and informative narrative. We learn about the history of the Association Jardinot (contraction of Jardin and cheminot) which has recomposed around the multiple working gardens linked to the history of railwaymen and the SNCF.

We continue to join the plot of Jeannot. The horizon line reminds us that this territory is well industrial and that in these times of distaking it is the real estate that takes care of requalifier…

Jeannot has cultivated in these gardens for over 60 years, he has learned everything from the ancestors, the rain and the moon. He was a long time President of the railwaymen gardens, and today his great pleasure is to convey. It would be necessary to write a book from what is told at each meeting Jeannot. Christine who also walks with us today has begun, we hope that she will continue, it is important.

For the time being we discover the places. Jeannot his thing is citrus. So in the dozens of stories he tells us is that of the hand of Buddha, a lemon tree.

INTERLUDE BANQUET and lemon TART (crafted by Dalila in special dedication to our host)

The reunion is not easy, because the Brook has not to share its bed, but gradually to be forgotten in the industrial anthology that borders its shores. From the exit of the gardens is the waltz of waste that gives the rhythm, the there, the ground?

Waste, discards, deposed. Borderline…

The entire waste sector is crossed in a few hundred metres, with very old stories (the extraction of fatty bodies from animals by means of hydrocarbons) and the most recent ones (sorting centers, waste disposal or recycling of metals…).

And the trees in all of this, are they still coming to tell some
thing? First they tell us simply by their presence. The riverine is valiant, we feel paradoxically really explorers in this area there… 

Dalila points us to a forest of fig trees that asks the reproduction side, and points out the "battle" underway between the Fresnes accustomed to the edges of the water and the paper walls that adapt well to the reversals of the Earth. More than a battle between the "typical" and the "opportunists", it tells us the dynamics of an environment that invites us to question what could be the various modes of maintenance or accompaniment of these banks self-managed, it discusses…


We arrive at the star, the Etoile du Nord, the cascade!

The day is not dedicated (for once) to the State of the water but to look from the banks, one goes to the adventure of the alley of plane trees spotted in the old pictures.

On the way two young ladies are watching us…

Small exploration with Jean-François, artist-gardener of the places…

Coming back we see trees everywhere, in everything…

We leave the waterfall and the city of the street arts to take a little height…

It is well known that in the forests sometimes live goblins. We are not far from the sacred wood against whom Caesar fought (see the previous story), there is no forest but there is still a leprechaun, or a spirit, or… Who knows. What is on is that he is called Pierre-Louis, that we wonder what he is doing there, that he is not on him either, but tells us that we are on time (the return of the White Rabbit??)! To reward us he tells us the history of the Château Bovis, in response to the various castles that were hanging around. We remember a history of cows but at this stage of the ride nothing is on…

But the risky encounter leads us to talk about where we are, the ancient city of niches, destroyed in the years 2010. Small town-village, its painful trajectory leads us to talk about the attachment that we carry to the places, to the soils, whatever they are when they saw and knew how to grow there. We are trees… An
d a few minutes later…!!


The hands of the children in the leaves, the trunks-buildings or the buildings-trunks, all in the false Tuff and the real rockery. History of stories.
.. End of ride a little on the wire, one is no longer too much on the part of fiction and reality in what one meets and
tells… What is on is that we arrive at the Park Brégante, and that there, on the small rock bridge and in the beautiful garden very wooded of this former Bastide converted once is not custom in municipal public park, 3 of us played small in a transgressive way ( pass the palisade) and 3 of us got married (this is the spot for wedding photos). Beyond saying that marriage is transgressive, we will not say…

We are after this episode close to losing ourselves a bit and finding a hole in the fence. Strangely this disorientation (we got really lost) is signalized by the GR2013. Go and understand…


We return to the territory ForestA… We salute the edible forest and the fig tree cuddly (it is very soft to be carresse), we greet the great landscape and there we say that it is time to say goodbye.


Well no, the meeting still calls us since Ahmed and Hakim are waving at us. Gardeners "pioneers" not to say "clandos", "wild", ForestA terrains, but also "sentinels", guardians, "healers", they take care of places for years, cultivating in the ruins of the old Chateau Bel Air their fashionable gardens Kabyle.

And there, surprise, they attacked the slope! The stairs! We
dreamed about it, they did it!

Uh, no, they were dreaming, they're doing it… and they are so right, they open the horizon! 
Thank you all!!

Photos Dominique Poulain and Didier brevet.

Next exploration "stay tuned!" in April, "tree walk, episode 1" on March 24th.

Toxic Tour Caravelle: Narrative #1

It is Thursday, December 4, and we meet in the winter sun on the square in front of the post of Septêmes. 

Behind the harmless side of the small gathering, the situation is uncertain. We come for some of Septêmes, for others of St Antoine, for others still Aygalades or Saint Henri Nothing that is a step aside towards the unknown but also towards the meeting…! While being all passionate about our neighborhoods and engaged in one way or another to know them better in order to take better care of them, for the most we do not know each other. Hence a little awkward silence until we are not too late. It is quite rare that we are from so many different neighborhoods, and even communes, interested in the same subject to build a stroll. So what's it all about? Objective of the afternoon, start to physically survey the places that could little by little tell us the past history and present of the chemical industry in this small commune bordering Marseille, with which it shares (among other) the river It is called Caravelle, then from the Aygalades Brook of Aygalades. The desire for this stroll in construction is therefore clearly to link a local industrial heritage history to current ecological situations, especially by focusing on relations (via industry, geography, the river…) of this Small rural commune to its big neighbour Marseille. So our little team will get to know the way, knowing that we don't really know which way we're going to go, and starts. We found a consensus to begin the exploration: to see at the bottom of the mayor's Glen the discharges of the Spi Pharma plant, a major source of the current pollution of Caravelle Brook. On the way, Pierre, inhabitant end connoisseur of the places sharing anecdotes of village and river, between floating cows during the flood of 1907, remnants of Fountain and traces of the old wash-house and mill.
From a postcard from the middle of the 20th century it gives…
Very soon we also find ourselves trying to unravel what we know of the watershed of the Aygalades, i.e. of all these tributaries, some of which are no longer considered as memories, and others as sewers.
 
We follow them in what we can see…
And if you look at a map, a river is a multitude…
Study of knowledge of the hazard flooding on the watershed of Aygalades-Setec Hydratec 2015
The stroll continues to the very bucolic glen of the mayor. Several assumptions about the name, including that at one point one of the factories that bordered it was owned by the mayor of the municipality.
As we are in the idea of exploring a Toxic tour, we do not miss this spectacular arrival of parcels from China in the brook of the mayor (tributary which will therefore throw himself in Caravelle). Some (Isabelle and Bernard are active members of the EASA association that fights industrial pollution in Septêmes and its environs) will conduct the investigation…
On the way one agrees the joy of taking a scrub path to look on the steps of Isabelle a mysterious source of lilacs… It's not easy to identify it, but it's finally found.
Little by little the industrial traces are more present. Funny tunnels of giant moles around here, the forest chimney by there, hills that feel more and more the embankment and the Bing.
Here we are in the historical landscapes of local chemistry.
 
Good there it will be necessary to take a few more sentences to explain (with the help of the knowledge of all and some supplements of the historian Xavier Daumalin…):
 
The history of the chemical industry in Marseille and its region is linked to that of the soda, necessary for the manufacture of the soap of Marseille. Originally produced from plants, a new process patented by a certain Nicolas Leblanc in 1791 goes slowly (because in the beginning the Marseille continued to import plant soda because less expensive and less… Pollutant…) Change the yield by allowing a production from the decomposition of sea salt with sulfuric acid. 
The movement to the LEBLANC process will begin in 1809, with the opening of a factory south of Marseille. The continuation of the story, exciting and complex, you will be told by walking, but for now we remember that the development of the factories is then intense in Marseille and that from the years 1815 protests, trial, multiply by People concerned about the effects of gaseous releases on health and crops… 
 
And yes, environmental concerns are not just contemporary issues...!
 
Septêmes was the first commune outside Marseille, both close and perceived as sufficiently rural to be "far from the city", to welcome this rapid growth of the soudières.
It will also be the queen of the protesters, four factories of the industrialists blush, Grimes, Rigaud, Crémieux and Delpuget being implanted there in those years, employing nearly 170 workers.
 
In 1816 the factories of the Vallon are threatened with fire. It ends violently by the incarceration of several farmers. Pierre thus found the trial that one of his peasant ancestors brought to the soda. We hope to read it soon!
The state will finally put an ultimatum to the soda to reduce their gas. 
 
It is then for some the relocation to "deserts" (Port Cros, Porquerolles, the Goudes and overall the whole coastline), for others technological research, with the establishment of these famous tunnels of moles that are spotted in the landscape , otherwise called creeping chimneys (we'll tell you how it works next time…). 
But the still inhabitants of Septêmes are recrossing aligning the counter-expertise to prove the inefficiency of the invention. 
The battle was hard to strike again from lawsuits and complaints. But the state and the experts of the Health Council will judge these environmental concerns unfounded, thus saving for a good long time the Provençal industry of soda…

The tumultuous history of soda will continue throughout the 19th century, on the background of technological innovations and fiscal and economic clashes, and then lead in its contents to the production of chemical fertilizers. It began in 1879 in Septêmes with the installation of the company Schloesing Frères & Cie. 

The plant, of which we have the vestiges right before our eyes, produces nitrogen fertilizers from the drainage waters of the city of Marseille, as well as phosphate fertilizers. 

This Schoesling group has had a certain role in adopting the model of intensive agriculture and the use of chemical fertilizers in the south of France, with quite spectacular communication companions (giant carrots!) and even a newspaper Presented as informative the field Gazette, the circulation of which will exceed 250 000 copies. 

We are now coming to the bottom of the valley at the Spi Pharma factory. This company is installed in old workshops of the old industrial ensemble. It produces chemicals used in drugs, including gastric bandages (Gavascon). Spi Pharma seems to consider the mayor's Creek rather like a sewer and rejects salt and aluminum hydroxide. The increase in the salinity of a freshwater river is a major ecological upheaval which adds to the pollution of the embankments pouring into the stream when it rains. 
This rejection is identified by the researchers (from the Idris, Mediterranean Institute of Biodiversity and Ecology) who are currently working to make a sort of "state of health" of the Aygalades Brook as the major source of pollution, which impacts the whole River since it is very upstream. 
The EASA has intervened several times in particular with the water agency, a verbalization also took place during a very spectacular rejection in December 2016 but for the moment without major advances.
 
Small selections of images to get an idea of how it looks…

And the rejection of 2016:

To finish this first exploration, we leave to adventure in the remains of the factory Duclos. Located on a large part of the hill to the town centre of Septêmes, it produced both aluminum salts used in water treatments, projected concretes and the chemical Industry (duclos chemistry), and also treated Mercury (under the Name of Duclos Environnement…). 
 
The mercury activity ceased in 2011 and had been the object of long struggles of the inhabitants against its extension, following the protest history of the commune… Today a project of depollution and Eco is in the pipes, to follow…
 
Little stroll in pictures in this Toxic Park in the future, on the edge of Landart, Graff and Brut Art…! Let's talk about the images…
 
The beginning of the conversion is visible: the new Media Library of Septêmes.
Bernard and Pierre each have their way mapped out this exciting stroll, a nice way to conclude.
 
 
Next time (12 February next afternoon), direction Lafarge!!

Anniversary walk at our eastern neighbours!

It has been several years since the marchers of Rives and cultures, who work in the Eastern quarters of Marseille, and those of Hôtel du Nord correspond to the scale of their feet.

Cross-walks, joint research around our industrial rivers or our oppida, urban transformations in tension, opportunities to find topics of conversations are not lacking. But here is a bit peculiar since the Association Rives et cultures celebrates its 10 years. The accomplices initiatives will join her on the ground for a great walk with several voices and territories…

Rives & cultures is pleased to invite you to its 10-year anniversary March on Sunday, 3 February:P erma
nences and urban transformations in the East of Marseille tribu
te to the geographer Marcel Roncayol
owith the participation of partner associations Bureau des guides du GR2013, Chantepierre, Hotel du Nord, Momkin, Robins of the cities!

RDV 10.30 at the level of the 126, BD Pont-de
-Vivaux. accessible by bus n ° 18 stop Pont-de-Vivaux-Sidolle even bus 15 near (stop St Loup-Flo
rian) picnic to expect!
End of the trip around 4.30 pm at the Metro the f
odder inscriptions by email: rivesetcultures@live.fr or Tel: 06.74.59.13.39

On the heights of the City Air Bel-may 2013

The walk of vows…

At Hotel du Nord we always come to agree on a story that speaks to us all, but it is also always hard to give up completely the multitude of other stories. Then we send you a series of vows, plurals, proteiformes, to walk at your leisure in what was our shared year and make us want to continue. In any case, we'll be there! [Gallery IDs = "12188, 12185, 12186, 12207, 12206, 12205, 12199, 12191, 12201, 12198, 12204, 12203, 12202, 12200, 12196, 12195, 12194, 12193, 12192, 12190, 12189, 12187, 12208,12209"]

Save the pneumatic machine

Acting step by step and on the scale of the foot, Hotel du Nord invites us to share our stories and to develop our desires for conversation, exchanges, mutual assistance, common experiences. For this it takes motivated inhabitants, spaces to explore but also collective places to meet, discuss, imagine, discover, make… Several delightful experiences have developed in recent years North of Marseille, attempting to invent human, cultural but also economic adventures. The pneumatic machine is part of these fragile and precious places.  We are relecting its call for support to save it from a forthcoming closure in January, which would represent the far too early end of one of these spaces necessary for our common fate. To save the pneumatic machine: here

Let's stay tuned! #2 exploration story

Exploration stories share conversations and searches of walks under construction. 

This time it starts with a picnic on the terrace of Dominique.

Each has brought a story to tell, a production to taste or a book to share around its relationship to the tree.

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
After the almost gastronomic pique we return to the investigation.
 
The memory of fractures…
 
First the story of the Robini faux Acacia. In the old farmhouse that Dominique and Jean come to live there is already a pack of years, they guessed two rounds surrounding what had to be two trees, pleasantly sheltering the terrace and giving airs of bastides to the place. 
 
But we must live well and the activity of the farm evolved, especially with the storage of coal. The trees were cut to give way to the truck coming to deliver the fuel. Years later, Jean and Dominique went on a quest for a new tree to plant there, to give a little freshness to the place where we picnic. 
As they hoped for a micocoulier, it is finally a Robinia who will move with them. They will learn with him to accompany the "fracture" (it is a very brittle tree), which is going to allow us to arrive at our first adage/slogan invented of the day (there will be others…): "it breaks but it grows"…
 
 
 
 
 
 
It's worth a few Nevers…
 
Not very far from the robinier, we find a very valiant neflier who has particularly the affection of John. 
 
Would it be by taste for what is not very valued (like a little each of us in these walks)? Or by interest in the permanent activity that this tree shows (John is also a great worker)? 
 
In any case he brings us our second adage: "great, it's worth the Nevers"…
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
The ghetto Palm tree…
 
Josyane has well prepared his summary of his research on the Aillante! Besides what we already knew (that it is a plant that settles in the disturbed land, which withstands very degraded conditions of soil and pollution, that one can choose to see a pest or a champion of survival), we learn that this tree was therefore imported from China (it will be seen that China is recurring in this story…) as an ornamental tree but also, but above all, in the hope of an economic exploitation via its Bombyx, a moth capable of producing silk.
When this production no longer found any economic interest it was little by little found less sympathetic…
To continue to list its qualities, and not only its flaws (our taste for Nevers…), one notices its ability to grow rapidly, the musical qualities of its wood, its abilities to inhibit the germination of other plants (which can be a defect as a quality…).
 
 
An instrument to probe Ravens in Ailante
 
 
The Ailante also has many different names, which express the difficulty of clearly classifying it on the side of good or bad…
 
Besides the "ghetto Palm", "false varnish of Japan", "tree of heaven" and "tree of paradise", it also has two names of use in China: 
For the Chinese of the countryside it is the "tree of spring" (because its annual "Renaissance" period is late and announces with certainty the spring) when it is for Chinese cities "the stinking tree" (because it exudes a foul odor when one crummy leaves). 
The Chinese also use it as a metaphor for both the father of the family (by allusion to his imposing side when he is mature) and the unturned son (alluding to the somewhat fomad growth of the stump releases).
 
Then the adage that comes to us could be: "Yes but no".
 
Between Earth and heaven…
 
And we finish our little round of table again with China, but also the Arabic language and the drawing, with Stephanie who shows us the ideograms that correspond to "tree" but also "root", "CIME", "forest"… 
It also makes us share the beautiful book we will not go to the wood "designed by Zeynep Perinçek. 
 
 
For the adage, the Chinese invite us to think about whether I was a tree…

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
And then we go for a stroll on ForestA…
 
 
It is to begin the return of the robinier, in another situation. 
Dalila tells us that this tree, thanks to the presence of nodosity and symbiotic bacteria on its roots, has the particularity like all the Fabaceae (legumes), to be able to capture the nitrogen of the air (which most plants can not make sure the atmosphere contains 78%). 
Some of this nitrogen will be used to make its proteins, and the other is to remain in the soil and become assimilated by other plants.
The Robinier, acting as a fertilizer, makes it so enjoy the others.
 
So it's great… yes! 
 
But it also possibly takes the place of other plants because of its pods full of seeds… no! 
 
"Yes but no"…
 
 
Well, we also learn that he can replace the teak to make a nice terrace but also of the gardener's sticks because his wood is unputrescible.
 
A few meters later here is the Poplar. 
 
Potentially water marker, but yes but no tells us the company, because it is the White Poplar, not the green. 
But do you know that the White Poplar is the Poplar of painters of the Italian Renaissance, the tree with which they made their altarpiece to paint on wood? The northern ones used oak. 
Wink at the many Italian stories of these neighborhoods?
 
And here is the ash and its stories of Fresnette (idea for the Epicerie ForestA?) but also of ants that clean the tree by drinking the sweetened liquid contained in aphids from the tree's soot… Uh… you understand me??
 
And always these plants that would indicate the water below… 
 

The mystery of the Savonnier. Why is it called that? We do not know but we know that once again, this tree comes from China… 
Troubling this recurrence of China, when we know that the project MIF 68, which indirectly caused the project ForestA, is largely linked to Chinese investors and strategies of new Silk roads…
 
 
 
This time, here's a Trojan from Japan. They were fashionable in the Marseille Bastides, cut into a ball and covered with nets to allow "the hunts to the ladies", the birds being thus easier to hunt for the female… Hum hum…
 

Here we are at the edge of the fire. A drama and a chance… We exchange on the impacts of the fire, both traumatic for men in altering the landscape that it causes, but also Accelerator for some plants that will enjoy the light found.
It is said that it will be necessary to deepen this question of the fire, of its management also, in particular by inviting the researcher Thierry Tatony to converse with us.
 
White Oaks, Kermes Oaks, wireframe, Neprun, Viorne Tin, sarsaparilla, it is a whole environment that lives there, facing the Ailantes and the bushes of Atriplex.
 
 
 
 
Will one nibble on the other?
 
 
We will be attentive and to take care of this incredible relic we also propose to start a procedure of classification for the protection of the biotope, just that!!
 
 
 
To follow…
 

Story #1 roots and trees: let's stay tuned!

This year the 1000 paws, an informal group that manufactures collectively within Hotel du Nord explorations and then walks, is guided by the trees, with the starting point ForestA. Story of the first working session… This group is open, you can join it at any time by contacting the co-op. A first small group ended up in ForestA, not under a tree, but under an Umbrian in Cannes of Provence, made collectively with the collective Safi a few weeks ago to bring shade there the trees are not… We have time for a picnic to define a little more precisely what we would like to look for by taking the tree for guide. What are our questions, desires, intuitions that lurk behind the tree that today we are questioning? Invader, opportunist, whistleblower...? Vincent starts and tells us his questions about the Ailante. In his neighbourhood on the estaque side, this tree, originally from China and imported into the West during the craze for ornamental "Chinoiserie", is commonly regarded as an "invasiveness". The Ailante seems to be pushing everywhere and at high speed. So between the value that we have been able to give in the past (it has been widely used as an ornamental tree both in gardens and in public spaces) and its possible status of invasive plant to fight today, what to think?… This case of the Ailante becomes even more exciting when Dalila explains that the Ailante is one of those trees that love the land stirred, impoverished or degraded. More than an invasive one could say that it is an "opportunist", she knows very well enjoy the taste of the human of the cities to disburze, backfill, move the land and let them become the backstage of the construction. By its multiplication, one might even consider that it "gives the alert", that it calls us on how we manage the land on which we inhabit. In the garden of Vincent, the Grove of ailante has become an important subject, to contain but also to transform. In addition to the shadow it brings to this arid Hill, the aillante allows the companion of Vincent to make kinds of totems with the discharges and branches of Ailantes which each year grow rapidly. To go see! ForestA being quite characteristic of these degraded urban lands, interested in the ailante and this type of trees, in all these ambiguities and tensions that it reveals, seems to us motivating. Especially since the cane, which is the origin of the shadow that shelters us, is also part of these species both considered invasive but developing strategies to find the resources of the places (e.g. water) and it even become a resource on these lands degraded by men. So we decide this year to conduct a kind of investigation around the ailante and the cane (where, why and how they live, their uses and their stories, how they can become resource and stories to share…). From forestA to forest: a short history of a forbidden territory… From this first story, it seems obvious to us that it is necessary to prolong this question of "survival" on terrain as difficult as the disturbed and transformed lands of ForestA. But before that we go back to the name "ForestA". It is not just the name of a noble provenal family and its castle, an area of military operation, an industrial trough, an adventure field. It is also in the history of the word the term to designate a forbidden land, banished, on which it is ordered not to dwell or cultivate, in the interest of the seigneurial hunt. Thus appears the verb Forestare, "to ban". And as the hunt loves animals that love the Woods, Forestare gave forest! Restoring collective use to a land called ForestA? Once we know this etymology and the history of the places, again it motivates! Living on the ruins… But if the notion of "bandied territory" resonates well with our local situation, it must be noted that there is not, almost more, forest in ForestA. Were there any days? And how do the survivors manage to live there despite the urban upheavals, or the newcomers who chose despite the salty spray, despite the wind, despite the lack of water and the impoverished land to settle there? These survival trees are questioning us and we want to go and meet them. We therefore decide that a part of the explorations will be devoted to inventorate them, understand their strategies and listen to those trees that are there, witnessing another time or on the contrary agile to survive in particularly difficult conditions.

At the foot of my tree (can I live happily…?)
What about us? What are our more intimate relationships with one, two, ten trees? What are our tree stories? 
There are those that are intimately intertwined in our life and our memory, like those few trees on Boulevard Henri Barnier who when we listen to Dominique end up telling the whole story of his house. Or the small olive grove where will rejuvenate near her Isabelle. But there are also those trees that carry legends, struggles, more collective memories that they can become a witness, an accomplice. 
They are next to us or a little further, they connect us.
 
Sometimes our stories of trees also become a topic of everyday conversation. How do we size them at home or in the public space, how with them or sometimes against them we mark their territory, how they set usages but also borders in a neighborhood? 
Listening to the stories of Stephanie's trees in the City Center (our picnic took place a few days after the first grudings of trees on the plain) and those of Sylviane in Saint Henri, we realize how the trees of a neighborhood become both a subject that engages the common but also the conflict.
 
We then decide to show ourselves these singular trees, to write and to tell our intimate stories with them, and also to leave in the footsteps of Sylviane to explore in more detail a part of St Henri, where the maintenance of the trees on a daily basis is a Active conversation between neighbors.
And then we end up remembering the poetic and imaginary power of the trees. It is remembered that Alice in Wonderland is rocking it by falling into a tree, that even botanists and scientists like Francis Hallé use poetry to name what can be learned, and that the affective dimension that the tree triggers in man will make it an excellent guide to walks with many voices!
Next exploration, Friday, November 16: to register here

The European Heritage Days are back on 15 and 16 September

As every year, Hotel du Nord offers you a series of walks and appointments on the occasion of the European heritage Days. Saturday 15 September Botanical Exploration of the slope in Foresta: the project carried with Yes We Camp around these wastelands advance and the walks to better appreciate the qualities Resume. More details and inscriptions shared heritage at Aygalades: wandering in the city of Aygalades to meet the inhabitants and their heritages. More details Sunday 16 September from the city to the church: in Saint-Louis we find the still very active inhabitants of the city garden which also became this year photographers… More details and inscriptions Vernissage of the exhibition "some paths of Walter Benjamin in Marseille": Christine Breton invites us to walk in the steps of Walter Benjamin in this small exhibition proposed on the Canebière with the office of Guides of the GR2013 and the Musée d'histoire de Marseille. More details

Parvis and backstage at the North Hospital's small market

For just over a year North Hotel active once every 15 days a funny little market on the Parvis of the North Hospital. Proof in Act that it is sometimes enough to humanize, to give ideas, to link resources, here in pictures a sharing of places and a proofreading of the stakes. Next date on Tuesday, June 26th, with an unlikely karaoke animated by the musician-habitante Anne-Laure Carette. Directed by Dominique Poulain. This is it