There is a bar just facing the train station of Sète – a small town in southern France. It is nestled between a social hotel (hostel) on its left and a patisserie on the right.No attractive showcase or fake ad(advertising) but just a small kitsch plate screaming “Zanzibar” on the modest façade. It is a cozy atmosphere inside, as the bars sometimes offer to the regular customers to kill the boredom or just to escape from the monotony and loneliness. No free centimeter from the walls where many trophies and old pictures are hanging. And then here is the Zaza - the patroness (the owner) of the bar, the soul of the place and tireless organizer of various (fun; fetish) events as: magic, transformation, fashionable defiles, etc.