Last Friday under blue skies we had lunch in Bordeaux for Tod's birthday.
We took the train for an adventure and we knew we were nearly there when the fields alongside the track changed from maize to vines.
Through the bustle of Bordeaux we rode a sleek modern tram to the quay alongside the Bourse and we sat in the sun, ate good seafood and watched the world go by.
Afterwards we strolled along the west bank of the Garonne and, like others, were drawn to the constant film of water on the pavement that reflected the blue sky and the grandiose quayside buildings. Suddenly, to much delight, everything vanished magically in clouds of steam.
We wandered on and browsed in the foyer of the Grand Theatre. The Nutcracker at Christmas perhaps?
Bordeaux is only an hour away. Next time we'll come for longer.