Provence is a long way from the Paris, and it has always given me an oddly heterosexual vibe, maybe from those commercials I saw as a kid about a lady in a bikini getting a "St. Tropez tan," or all of the "boy meets girl" films being aired in Cannes.
But the beaches on the Mediterranean are bound to have some well-packed swimsuits, and there seems to be a surprising amount of beefcake art.
Here's a seven-day beefcake tour of Provence.
Tourists go there for the Roman Ampitheater.
This interesting fountain on the Esplanade Charles de Gaulle seems to be spurting water from its penis (it's actually much lower).
Then a 2 1/2 hour drive west past Narbonne and the old walled city of Carcassone, and you reach Toulouse, with another statue of David.
Day 3. An hour and a half south and west into the mountains, to Tarbes, at the foot of the Pyrenees, with a muscular piper outside the Musee des Beaux Artes.
For the evening, a very well organized gay community, with cultural and artistic events, plus six saunas. .
Day 7: Toulon, an hour and a half along the coast, features this Spirit of Navigation.
Then it's an hour drive back to Marseille.
See also: A beefcake tour of France.