Last month, Patrick and I flew off to Bordeaux for a week – a weekend exploring the city, and 5 days in a chateau for the wedding of some friends of ours.
Usually when we go anywhere, we look for gay bars (for him), and cocktail bars (for me), but this time there was a whole other treat instore – the Bordeaux Wine Festival.
Stretching 2km along the river, this outdoor festival is a new one to me – you pay 20euro for your own wine glass (in a cute little lanyard-pouch combo, that you hang around your neck) and booklet of coupons and info, and then you make your way down the river, stopping at 13 different tasting stations, each one from a different vineyard in the area.
The afternoon was a hazy but enjoyable one, with Patrick showing off with his fluent French, my schoolgirl French slowly improving, and maaany different wines drunk. We had our favourites, but I’ll be damned if I can remember now.
We also explored the city over the course of weekend (navigating like locals by the end of it – admittedly its a small city…).
La Grosse Cloche (15th century), the second remaining gate of the Medieval walls.
I loved the French buildings – generally, old French architecture always woos me.
We made a little friend – this sweetie was so happy, wriggling on a doormat. Simple pleasures.
A walk through the park near our hotel and near our new-favourite restaurant revealed this pretty statue – a memorial to the children of Gironde who died during the Franco-Prussian war, 1870-1871
French posters and a shop sign – beautiful Rob Ryan style lettering.
And of course, at the end of the wine festival, we went foraging for food and… more wine.
All in all, an awesome weekend, before we headed off to the chateau to relax!