Marseille is enjoying un moment. Always the black sheep of French cities, for years high crime and social deprivation meant tourists knew about its pickpockets and dirt long before they heard about its must-see sights. But in an era when diversity is celebrated, urban grit has made the port on the Med the latest go-to destination for people in the know, with its vibe of Hackney-on-Sea with a Gallic twist.
Perhaps the tide started turning in 2013 when the city was given a clean-up for its reign as European Capital of Culture, or in 2017 when it was Capital of Sport. Since then, Instagram influencers, their followers and the rest of the in-crowd have been hot footing it down to the western end of Provence to enjoy the buzzy cafés, pop-up restaurants and legendary pizza trucks. The final confirmation that Marseille is now the dernier cri came in May 2024 when high-end fashion house Chanel launched its Cruise collection on the rooftop of architect Le Corbusier’s iconic apartment block, the Cité Radieuse.
High above the huslte and bustle of Mareille (Photo: Stephen Brown)[Missing Credit]
Perhaps surprisingly, the city is also home to France’s second largest Jewish community, Europe’s third after London and Paris. That is just one facet of the dazzling ethnic diversity which strikes you on arriving at the main railway terminus Gare St Charles, or strolling down La Canibière, the grand, tree-lined boulevard leading right into the heart of the port. One of our party remarked that it didn’t seem all that European, more like a North African or Middle Eastern destination. True up to a point, but in other ways this place could not be more French.
With its centuries of maritime history, the Vieux Port is still the beating heart of the city. Nowadays it’s the hub where restaurants and tourists converge with heritage and history. Here, the magnificent The Museum of European and Mediterranean Civilizations (aka. the MuCEM) is sited in a contemporary building linked by a footbridge to the ancient Fort St Jean at the harbour mouth. Its superstructure, which seems to echo the lacy design of a mantilla, sits between the sea and Le Panier – the oldest and once the most disreputable district of the city, known for poverty and prostitution. The Germans did their best to raze the crowded tenements of Le Panier during the war, but by the turn of the twenty-first century an influx of creatives transformed what remained into a Boho village, its narrow streets crowded with artists’ studios, designer boutiques and edgy cafes.
Tourists strolling on the promenade next to the MuCEM (Photo: Getty)Getty Images
To understand Marseille you must start with the port, which is at the same time deeply French and linked directly to North Africa. It was from here that we caught a ferry to Château d'If, where the fictional Count of Monte Cristo was incarcerated in Dumas’s literary classic – but you can also hop on a boat direct to Algiers. Towering over the Vieux Port is the spectacular church of Notre Dame de la Garde, perched on the city’s highest point and crowned by a golden statue of the Virgin Mary.
By contrast, the Grande Synagogue, though impressive in its own way, is on a rather grimy main road, cloistered behind a tall security fence. Initially we thought it was closed; then I noticed an unmarked door to the side with a mezuzah and a doorbell. Daniel (no surname was offered) admitted us, checked our ID and conducted a discreet body search. It was the middle of the winter holiday period, yet we were the only visitors. Carefully stepping around the maintenance crew, we ambled around the shul, which is grand to the point of gaudiness and brightly lit. Built in a Roman-Byzantine style during the reign of Napoleon III with the foundation stone laid in 1864, the architect was Salomon Nathan who also designed the synagogue in Fontainbleu.
The ark in the Grande Synagogue (Photo: Stephen Brown)[Missing Credit]
Though the building is striking and extremely well preserved, the thing that catches my eye is the curtain fronting the ark. It is dedicated to the memory of French businessman and entrepreneur Jean Claude Beton, a former member and the president-founder of Orangina, the soft drink which is surely just as iconic in French culture as Coca Cola is in the USA. Downstairs, meanwhile, there is a memorial to the 3,000 Marseille Jews deported by the Nazis. The highs and lows encapsulated in one location.
There is evidence of Jews in Marseille since the Roman era, initially as merchants. By the nineteenth century when the Grande Synagogue was built, there were around 2,600. After the First World War, they were joined by many taking refuge from the demise of the Ottoman Empire, and during the Second World War the population swelled to 40,000 with the arrival of those fleeing occupied France. By the time the city was liberated, the population had dwindled to just 12,000. But in the post-war era, as the French Empire in North Africa disintegrated, the Jews of Algeria and Tunisia who identified strongly with the French state, arrived here along with thousands of their compatriots, boosting the community to around 70,000.
Diners enjoying a bite al fresco at Au Falafel (Photo: Au Falafel/ Instagram)[Missing Credit]
If you’re looking for a choice of kosher shwarma, supermarkets and Judaica, the place to head for is Rue St Suffren, a 20-minute walk from the Vieux Port. But if you just want a quick bite, try Au Falafel, which is much nearer the quai, on Rue Lulli. Little more than a hole in the wall, it is an excellent choice for either its eponymous chickpea snack or a plate of kosher meat. The memory of a steak I ate here in 2023 still lingers fondly in the memory.
But there’s a ghost in town too. Before setting foot in Marseille, I’d read glowing reports of Maison Journo, a Jewish-Tunisian café on Rue Pavilion. It seemed to offer everything I desired. Founded by Roger Journo in the 1960s and now run by his grandson David, the patisserie and café is certified kosher, with a menu that ranges from sweet almond pastries to lamb stew. But on successive visits to the city, to my great frustration, I’ve always found this place remained stubbornly closed both in winter and at the height of summer. If you find it open on your travels, please send a photo!
Gaby admiring the wares in the local market (Photo: Stephen Brown)[Missing Credit]
No story about Marseille can finish without mentioning swimming and shopping. Beaches start at Plage des Catalans just beyond the port, and extend into the Calanques national park – a series of dramatic inlets between here and the bijou resort of Cassis. On New Year’s Day the water was a balmy thirteen degrees. And by shopping I don’t mean the upmarket fashion boutiques of Rue Paradis and Rue de la Tour, but the Algerian stores around the Marché de Noailles. My top pick is Saladin with its vast array of loose spices in hessian sacks.
Just around the corner is Maison Empereur, which looks as though it started as one shop and just grew, creating a rabbit warren of an emporium. In the hardware section you’ll find twenty types of castor, but also a bewitching array of enamelware, kitchen and tableware, textiles and toys. It has a small selection of clothing – mainly artisanal French workwear, and some trousers favoured by the bullfighters of the Camargue. It’s a fascinating, compelling bazaar, and the very essence of Marseille. One of the many reasons I’m planning to return.
Gaby Koppel travelled to Paris by Eurostar (from £39 one way) and to Marseille by Ouigo (from €25 one way)
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