Sweet childhood memories of traditional Marseille

We are constantly reminded of how our childhood and teenage years affect most of our lives. My memories of growing up in Marseille, south of France are like being in a permanent playground. I don’t know how my mum managed that, but i have very fond memories of growing up there, sweet childhood memories of traditional Marseille.[spacer height=”20px”]

Mummy had moved to Marseille for work

Embarking all five of her babies with her, we are embarking on a new land with different flavours, traditions and cultures. This is our first flight ever, for all of us kids. At an age where my imagination is in full bloom and I am starting to understand the meaning of adventure, this without a doubt opens my soul to utter diversity.[spacer height=”20px”]

I find myself awashed with this profound sense of belonging, that very feeling I thought I was losing as a few months earlier, we were boarding the plane to Marseille and leaving our secure life behind.[spacer height=”20px”]

[spacer height=”10px”]Snuggled down in memories of traditional Marseille

There is Marseille and there is traditional Marseille. You either love this city or hate it. There is no middle ground. Noisy, loud, laid-back, authentic, raw, full of life! From one area of the city to the other, you are literally transported to another continent, another country, another world. As a kid, I am playing football with my mates, my mum is doing the school run in her insanely yet beautiful very high heels. I am fooling at the beach. The neighbours are loudly talking to one another from either side of the street. Hands are moving, laughs are as roaring as shouts. Ball games are being played in the car park. The elderly are chit chatting in the shade. This is the real traditional Marseille.

[spacer height=”20px”]Cultures from these two continents are slowly and surely forging the sweet childhood memories of traditional Marseille I am to cherish later in life. My mind is being shaped by diversity and governed by curiosity.[spacer height=”20px”]

In the kitchen, mummy is fuelling this thirst of the foreign

The markets are a melting pot of flavours and cultures: French, Provence, Italy, Middle East, sub Saharan Africa, Asia. We are tasting quite an array of food and being transported to different cultures and traditions. The itchy-feet seed is rooting deeply. Since then, all my choices in life have been shaped by this quest of diversity, a need to explore and share.[spacer height=”20px”]

I am so very much looking forward to exploring more of what the world has to offer.[spacer height=”20px”]

xoxo Let’s share our inspiration

M.