URBAN HILL, PONT-DES-TROIS-SAUTETS, AIX EN PCE

Like the extinct and quiet Volvic volcano, a small hill acts as a noise barrier for one of the entrances to Aix-en-Provence. As if invisible, the small massif is confined between the highways of the motorway and the Nationale road 7. While the cars pass on either side of the hill, certain evening, the maquis comes alive in the heights.

Secluded, generations of tramps have colonized the slopes of the hill. Hidden here under trees further away in the shade of a EDF (French electricity provider) pylon, abandoned camps offer the remains of chaotic courses. Here an open-air lounge was improvised, there tents are erected: the ultimate refuge after a day in town.

About Pont-des-Trois-Sautet(aient), from his calling two thesis clashes. For certain, the name corresponds to the fact that to cross the Arc it was enough three jumps. Other locals claim that at this location three people committed suicide while throwing themselves off the bridge leaving the latter his name. 

Some clichés, chosen pieces of the few well accumulated then left there by people gone nowhere