Surprise only comes about when expectation does not exist, so was my Bordeaux trip. Though it came with great prices, but as a consequentialist, the result was rewarding. It took us almost twenty seven hours to land our foot on the Bordeaux soil, and that eight hours wait in the Paris Charles de Gaulle International Airport was not the most entertaining thing to do five am in the morning; however, the next twelve days of exquisite wine culture baptism have generously reimbursed my tiredness.
Bordeaux city, home to 250,000 people, is well known for its name in the wine industry. More than just the liquid gold in the glass, what amazes me was the long lived culture carried in this city. Though the two world wars occurred in the early last century have ruin most of the European countries, but Bordeaux has preserved some of the most ancient architectures
An interesting impression to me was that the town seems to be built by rocks instead of steel and concrete. The roads we walked on, the no taller than four stores apartments, commercial buildings, little aisles and corners, were all made of huge solid creamy coloured rocks. Late Baroque style apartments and structures is main stream in town; decorated by cast iron made fences, heavy wooden doors and finely sculptured walls, no wonder why only masterpiece can be prevailed from the rigorous succession of fashion.
Our Bordeaux food journey started with a perfectly baked French stick, a piece of generous size goose liver pate, a dozen fresh rock oysters and a bottle of chilled E. Guigal Cotes Du Rhone Blanc 2008. It was easy going early dinner in our service apartment with comforting breeze through the windows. A few chats like the old friend, a couple of light Cuban cigars after the meal and a touch of French Armagnac rounded up the night tremendously.
Bordeaux here we come~!!
