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France Beckons Once More: Bordeaux

Champagne, Paris, Normandy, French Basque Country, and now Bordeaux; at the start of the year, I never imagined that France would reign supreme in my travels. And as I have done with all the French towns thus far, I made some more room in my heart for Bordeaux.

What was not to love really? I had to tiptoe through the day so as to not awaken from the luxurious French dream that is Bordeaux. I close my eyes and I am again bathed in that wine and light.

Bikes lined up in front of the cathedral. The city was filled with bicycles.

Bikes lined up in front of the cathedral. The city was filled with bicycles.

Autumn scene in Bordeaux.

Autumn scene in Bordeaux.

Getting laughed at by the French as we attempt a selfie.

Getting laughed at by the French as we attempt a selfie.

For much of the day, the October sun was heavy and plentiful. As we hydrated (with wine of course) in an outdoor café, cigarette smoke clung to us in the thick heat. And the sun seemed to set for hours, perfectly brushing the cafes and shops on one-lane streets with bright beams, and later glittering regal facades with drops of gold.

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Filippo selects the wine

Filippo selects the wine

The Camino found us again.

The Camino found us again.

A dream it was, and I was adamant on preserving it forever, much to the chagrin of Filippo as I stopped on every corner to photograph the scene. It’s just that I had never been to a place where somehow the sun managed to cast enchanting light down every turn. This place was special.

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Motos lined up outside a cafe.

Motos lined up outside a cafe.

I was mesmerized by the way the light hit the buildings.

I was mesmerized by the way the light hit the buildings.

Loved this cafe scene on the cobblestoned street in front of a church.

Loved this cafe scene on the cobblestoned street in front of a church.

A sea of kids enjoying life in a fountain

A sea of kids enjoying life in a fountain

And then there was the wine, what Bordeaux is so well known for. Its presence was felt not only in bottles ordered and dissolved over lingering dinners on narrow café-lined streets, but also in the crown jewel fountains filled with water dyed burgundy. By far our favorite stop was La Maison du Vin de Bordeaux, a wine bar with a menu of exquisite wines carefully selected by The CIVB (Conseil Interprofessionnel du Vin de Bordeaux). For around 2.00 to 4.00 euro for a generously poured glass, we tasted vins rouges, that flirted with our senses at an unheard of price point.

La Maison du Vin

La Maison du Vin

What a spread.

What a spread.

With evening entered a slight chill, but was no match for the warmth brought by a city illuminated at night. A crowd grew around a street performer with a voice that was like being tucked into bed with a lullaby. It was a moment I hated to part with, liked so many of these moments I’m living in this year abroad. Thankfully, this isn’t a dream.

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3 Comments Post a comment
  1. …SPLENDID–it looks SO idyllic!!…

    November 17, 2014
  2. You’ve been nominated…for the Leibster award! http://theintentionalexpat.wordpress.com/2014/11/21/a-quick-return-for-the-leibster-award/

    November 21, 2014
  3. Lovely photos that remind me of the days I spent in this elegant city 🙂

    November 25, 2014

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