Four grown kids, two delightful granddaughters, constant, long-time partner. An academic (scholarly teaching is the buzzword), I read, knit, run, garden, and more on a very small (Canadian) West Coast island. The other foot (pied à terre, indeed) is in the city, where I shop, visit museums and galleries, go to the opera. . .
You can see how delightfully sunny it was when we arrived in Bordeaux, but you might not know from my dress how warm it was -- sadly, the possibility of 23 degree weather wasn't a possibility we packed much for.
Pater's a bit better off, but not much (he doesn't have to wear opaque tights together with knee-high boots!)
These school girls in their uniforms have a plan for cooling off -- love the classic (Wallace-like) water fountain. But the older girls below are dressed to take advantage of the early taste of summer. And you'll notice the crowd on la pelouse behind them -- most of them heeding the admonitions to merely repose, not play, on the grass. . .
This very suave couple was as warmly dressed as Pater and I, but looks considerably more sophisticated.
No sophistication here, but The Gallic Rooster on the Monument in memory of the Girondistes impresses from his perch . . .
and the Monument's background, the Ferris Wheel, added to the festive energy of Friday's warmth. . .
More sedate is this entrance to the Botanic Gardens (where Pater took my photo, above).
After such a pleasant introduction to Bordeaux, we came back to the main plaza near our hotel to sit and crowd-watch while planning our evening meal . . .
such a relaxed, expansive afternoon . . . I love the openness of this square although I wish I'd photographed more of the Grand Théatre whose steps we're standing above here, rather than the Grand Hotel opposite.
We did pop into the Grand Théatre to see if we could purchase tickets for Sunday's ballet, but they were sold out --- so we took our photo in a mirror instead, Pater clowning a bit to descend to my height. . .
We're both rather smitten by Bordeaux, and there will be several more posts to show you why . . . meanwhile, though, we're back in our apartment where Pater's putting together a light dinner. Time to go eat . . .