Tuba Club: But where did the Espigas go ?!

Aïoli, my friends! Marseille isn’t just about the sea and the sun!
It’s also about unwritten rules, a delicate balance between tradition and trend, between pastis and spritz. And right now, there’s a situation almost “on the floor” (it’s really the case to say).

Apparently, some “people” went to Tuba Club… without Espigas on their feet.
We wanted to believe it, we thought: “No, it’s just a joke, you know, Marseillais love telling stories.” But nope. The rumor is true. Some NPCs of style showed up in neon sneakers (poor them) and camping flip-flops (worse).

We’re on the verge of an industrial disaster, worse than the sardine blocking the Old Port (that old awkward story).

Tuba Club, the temple of OKLM 2025
If you’ve never set foot at Tuba Club, let me explain the vibe. It’s not just a restaurant, bar, or hotel. Or actually, it’s all three, Captain. It’s a spot where tables are set up, seemingly randomly, on rocks, but everything is actually meticulously planned. Over there, each sunset is more Instagrammable than a secret cove.

It’s a place where you come to chill, where everything’s beautiful, everything’s great, unless you forget the unofficial but sacred dress code.

Marseille has its rules, and they’re serious
Tuba is by the water. What do you do? Come in sneakers? Do you want to end up in the “fail of the year” story after slipping on a rock?

You’ll need to be agile and quick-footed to:
✅ Go down and climb the steep terrain without disturbing the locals.
✅ Move your booty gracefully to grab a drink without launching your burrata into the Mediterranean.
✅ Not crush a poor sea urchin in “guaranteed disaster” mode.

Wearing Espigas at the best spot between Menton and the Spanish border is the smart move.
Lightweight, they let you glide over rocks without ending up in a crumpled heap.
Stylish, they pass effortlessly between the locals and tourists who want to catch the local vibe.
Durable, because you’ll be walking, climbing, and maybe even dipping your tired feet a little.

Basically, the only winning combo. You can pick Espigas for her here and Espigas for him there.

A manifesto for GOAT feet
Because if we let the neon flip-flops slide, what’s next?
Wichs at Tuba Club?
Ketchup in bouillabaisse?
People saying “ballon” instead of “foot”?
Long necks? (oh wait, that’s happening)
No, no, and NO. Respect yourselves (your feet).

It’s a cry from the heart. A call to respect tradition.
Style is sacred. Marseille is not Paris-Plage. So if you’re coming to Tuba, do it right.

A pair of Espigas, linen shorts (optional but recommended), a cap if it’s hot, a spritz or pastis in hand, and you’re good to go.

And you? When are you coming to chill on the rocks at Tuba (with Espigas, of course)?