Marseille has an energy unlike anywhere else I've been in France. It's a melting pot of fading grandeur and modern grit, of African rhythm and French tradition, of bouillabaisse and boulangeries and churches and mosques and synagogues. Plus staircases, so many staircases. For centuries, it's been a meeting place of - and an entry point for - cultures and people and goods: its bustling Vieux-Port (Old Port) dates back to 600BC. Flanked to its east by the Calanques, a rugged coastal national park of sharp capes and fjord-like inlets, and surrounded by its ever-growing, hill-climbing outer arrondissements on every other side, central Marseille can feel inescapable. This, despite the sprawling lavender fields and wealth of Provence just down the motorway, and the glimmering mediterranean disposition of the city's Riviera neighbours. These images were taken over a day spent exploring the city's many markets, searching for moments of peace and quiet amid the energetic chaos.