My explorations so far have been a mix of planned and spontaneous. I haven’t yet explored past Bordeaux, but I hope to in the coming weeks. Here are some of the highlights:
Two weeks ago, Sheila and I set off to explore the river. We started off in the center of town, by the Place de la Bourse. We found a blue lion and ate delicious ice cream while waiting for the boat. The mango was super flavorful, and the fig tasted exactly like a fig newton.
The boat is part of the public transportation system, so we swiped our card just like on a bus or tram and off we went down the Garonne.
We went all the way to the end of the line, where we discovered a park with wonderful views, a lake with ducks, and a rope pyramid to climb. Sheila went all the way to the top, but I managed to get higher than expected without my usual height-induced terror.
The next day I went back myself to inspect the Monument des Girondins, which is a tribute to the the representatives from Bordeaux in the Legislative assembly during the French revolution – who were victims of the reign of terror. The statues were disassembled during World War II but later found and put back together.
What better combination is there than a park with a library? Sheila and I had a picnic in the park and then scoped out the books in the library. Definitely a place to come back to.
On the first Sunday of every month, the museums in Bordeaux are free! Yay, I love museums! I went to the Musée des Beaux-Arts and the Musée d’Aquitaine (an art museum and a history museum). One of my favorite parts of the history museum was how they gave the addresses of the places where different Roman artifacts had been found, and I recognized some of the street names.
While attempting to visit a bookstore, which was closed for lunch, I missed my bus home and ended up at the Château Pape Clément, a vineyard with a park and fancy home. The park had several olive trees that are over a thousand years old and represented different eras of French history, such as Roman rule or the reign of Charlemagne. So not only did I get to see these incredibly old trees, by the time I had visited the park the bookstore had reopened. A very felicitous missed bus.