The fear that I have never had before in my travels made me feel really in Marseille, France. This is the capital of Provence, which is the place where the petty bourgeoisie of the world is longing for. It was also known to me in the history textbook of the student era. I didn't think that I would arrive here one day. What I didn't expect was that after arriving here, I reported the case and applied for a travel visa to the police station where the stolen things happened during the trip. When the friend went through the formalities, he sat in the car and waited for him. He took the camera and went to shoot the famous harbor city. Only a few photos were taken with a mobile phone. This place where the population is mixed, I don't have a sense of security. After I got a good travel visa, we fled here. ## ##