At the end of the road, at the end of the trail, buried: an old countryside for Marseillais on vacation. 

In 1880, the man wanted to enjoy as a family a place of resort, the kilometers between Marseille and Aix still represent hours and are the guarantee of

a frank change of scenery.  Strong of three rooms, high of one floor, this deserted mazet of long time is like the tracing of all its past holidays, of these

vigils in the light of the stars, of its crazy hugs with the scattered noises of the night.