Sasha crosses Marseille from her flat on the heights of the city to the port.
On her way down, she meets the insistent gazes of men.
The city is beautiful, lively, sunny, and paved over with concrete.
Sasha's walk is a labyrinth of glances, of pregnant silences and sudden squalls of urban wind.
Having reached the pier of the MUCEM, she waits for someone who is not coming...