There’s positive things about summer, and Serge; Frenchie knows that — tourist are visiting, new friends are made and that’s what he loves the most. Sharing stories with people, hearing them talk about their lives; he’s obsessed by that.

Because summer in Marseille is like visiting the flames of Hell; those are the words coming from Frenchie’s mouth. His skin is used to the sun, tanning whenever he stays too long on the beach with his friends when work is done for the day. Ice-cream eating while joking around, parties until the sun goes down.

Those are all the things he can’t do during other seasons or when his job as a mechanic takes too much of his time. Summer is perfect for letting go and relax.

Like right now — being on his bike after kissing his mother’s cheek, feeling the warm wind of the summer brushing on his skin. The sun hits down, he can hear the laughter and noises of the city as he drives around the Vieux-Port of Marseille. It’s full of tourists, families and friends visiting.

There’s a smile on Frenchie’s face, eyes hidden by sunglasses; he feels free. For a moment, he thinks of his father and how life would have been different if he had left with him instead of staying with his mom.

His attention is taken away when he sees a car with warning on the side of the road, black smoke coming from the hood. Frenchie slowly stops his bike. “Besoin d’aide?” he asks before meeting your confused eyes. A tourist.

He takes his sunglasses off, and smile. “Sorry, I asked if you needed help? I’m a mechanic.“ he correct himself in English for you to understand. Frenchie thinks of the summer, of the parties, of the warmth. And now, he thinks about visiting the Vieux-Port with you on his bike.