Bordeaux is magnificent! Locals tell us that until ten years ago Bordeaux was moche (a very fine onomatopaeic word for ugly). Well moche no more! A mayor dedicated himself to cleaning the place up and it’s now a diamond. Take Paris, remove the Tour Eifel, the dust, grime and rude people, add a majestic and spacious riverfront et voila, Bordeaux.
We were lucky to be in town at the same time as eleven monumental sculptures by Jaume Plensa which took our breath away.
Rosie and Helen took a TGV up to Paris to pick up Rosie’s friend Grace from the airport. It was a very functional trip with no sightseeing – not even a glimpse of Paris from the train window – although Grace and Rosie were excited to see the Eifel Tower in the very very very distance, from the hotel hallway.
So now we are five.
Staying at the Camping Village du Lac added greatly to our enjoyment of Bordeaux. Set around a cluster of lakes it feels a million miles from a big city yet it’s only 7km by bike to the city centre. Highly recommended.
No permission note for jet lag, we escorted Grace (via Decathlon, to stamp her “French” with own brand bike nix, water bottle and travel pants) to the heart of this great city. Grace, always aching for fame, inspired the kids to start waving at passing traffic and they are now counting the waves, toots and hollers with the goal of 300 for a celebration party. Anything to justify lollies!
By the end of the day, after a walk linking two churches, a cathedral and a basilica in temperatures soaring to the high 30s, we downed ice-creams and paddled in the inspired Le Miroir d’Eau before peddling ‘home’ for a swim.