They shout “Shit, Shit”, in the middle of the day, installed on chairs in front of the front door. In the Belsunce district, a stone’s throw from the Old Port, in Marseille (Bouches-du-Rhône), a year ago that a owner has seen his building lose his tenants one after the other. Five departures in eight months. All for the same reason: a point of deal, which slipped to the foot of the building and never left it. A complaint has been filed.
” It is Like the Castellane (one of the cities of the northern districts of the city). Except that we are twenty meters from the Canebière. She no longer raises her voice. But his words slam, clear, exhausted.
